Searching

I am falling away
Into the realms of reason
I have drifted away
Committed a personal treason

A month is too long
And now I search again
I have had pleasure
It's time for my pain

Life is a medicine
A glass of water suffices
It's a hard swallow
And properly it surprises

I am still the bard
Singing of broken dreams
I still have a voice
That writes it seems

Is this a return
Too much has passed
I have said another good bye
And have my feelings amassed

I am still busy searching
And it's not for good or perfect
It's for the fall within
And to earn my own respect