We all seek for by: Natan Zach

We all seek for the truth, grumbles in my ears

the furrowed gate keeper of the hotel after

the scuffle with the Communists at the square

a little while ago. I do not

know if the truth, but I have no doubt

that I am also seeking for something, otherwise

why did I strolled all night

for hours and hours, lonely at the draining streets, without knowing

what am I, seeking for, and why.

Done