The Question To The Answer

If life’s the answer, then where do I go

   To find the question?  Is it in the world,

That unforgiving carnal rodeo

   Where every lost soul’s either boyed or girled?

I know it’s not in me, because I’ve lied

   Too many times to myself to believe

A word I say—and when I look inside

   Myself, there’s nothing up my mental sleeve.

The only magic is out on the road.

   Maybe out there I’ll drink contentment’s cup

And since the things you seek become your code,

   That’s what I’ll live by when I saddle up

      And ride—ride boldly ride—until I find

      What I can never lose or leave behind.


Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells