I am always searching for someone

Who's searching for me.

As if in a dream,

An endless odyssey,

A mindless on-going carries me through the entire night,

A timeless plight through a nonstop bazaar.

But I don't want to stop and shop

Or eat or talk to anyone.

My eyes are ahead to the next blind corner,

Or the next strange door that mysteriously opens for me.

I never seem to get a glimpse of who or what

I'm chasing,

Who or what it may be

That is so worthy of all my time in dreams.

Yet, as the cat, I have no fear.

I only think like a predator would,

Without a care for what may be chasing me.

-jenn