Eternal Search

He was climbing mountains steep And swimming waters deep Chasing four winds in the bottomless Canyons in the depth of the night He was searching for meaning Of everyday strenuous life He was flying on the back Of a bald headed eagle Looking for the meaning That he was hoping to find In the bright noon sunlight Or the depth of the nigh He was lifting rocks in the fields And puling heavy waves Of the raging stormy ocean Putting the world in motion Of the eternal search For the elusive meaning That was escaping his touch And never allowed to be caught Hiding behind the corner Of an old cafe in the morning In slowly and lazy waking up Paris When sun rays reached the window And kissed his old wrinkled face Mockingly winking at him And luring him one last time to try Just the moment before he died