There is something in the distance.

I can’t see but I can hear.

A murmur or a whimper.

Words are faint, they call me ‘Dear.’

More a feeling than pure certainty.

It might be in my mind.

Or maybe its a cry for help.

From the valley of the blind.

I guess I’ll just keep looking…

Keep my ears pinned to the ground.

There is something There I’m certain.

That still asks for me around.