Where?

How much trash must I write through
to find one small trace of treasure?
How many lives must I live through
until I find one of measure?
All these thoughts; All these words,
everything I've seen and heard;
There must be something worth something -
There must be words worth writing;
There must be treasure hidden deep
within this walking dreaming sleep.
But where?

© Barry Veinotte

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