He moves through the field
Four stone walls enclosed
Wind and rain battered
Unsure of what he needs
His wants are illusive to him
Have been for years
He knows he is so close
But once again he cannot find
Nearer now he is
To time gone by so long ago
He is fearful and excited
By what might be found
Disappointment abounds
From every rock and blade of grass
No answers for him today
He will try again tomorrow
Running Half Empty 