Searching
In the corners
Of a mirror
To the soul.
She thought she found
A remedy
To end
Dark hole!
Searching
In the face
Of a timepiece
For mankind.
He thought he found
A solution
To stop
Troubled mind!
Fleeing
From existence
Through a gateway
In her head.
She discovered
Nature’s Freedom
To end her feeling
Dead.
Ordering
The chaos
In the space
He called home.
He learned
Man’s rituals
To shine and sparkle
Chrome.
May it be found in fancy?
May it be found in clocks?
What are they really searching for?
Is there a key?
Who made the locks?