What do you see?”, my gaze asks me
Staring at my soul’s escapee
A tradesman, a tailor
A storyteller, a schoolteacher
Are you nothing
Or is the call knocking
Aching to invigorate your soul
To give meaning & to make you whole
Whether you find it in a peddle or a pistol
In battle or in Bristol
Just don’t go looking for it at the bottom of a bottle.
