The clarity of uncertainty

I'm looking for that guy. Some say he'll be free but will he really be? Another two years of selling his soul for the sake of academia. After that, some more school listening to others tell him how to live or better yet a cubicle in Times Square where 6 figures can replace happiness? The prime of his life spent making sure others see him in a positive light gotta make sure that 401K is nice and tight. But what about the kid who wanted to go pro? Wanted to write into the night about the days of Ali, MJ, and some more of his goals. What about the guy that saw that snotty nosed kid in the hood cursin up a storm, low self-esteem without a dream and thought I gotta pay it forward.
What about the guy who was gonna get the girl colgate smile gleaming listening to Umi Says and thinking it doesn't get any better than this. What about the kid who thought eating a pbj watching sportscenter was where it was at.. or better yet in and out crossovers 11-0 games at all sport chilling wit my very own sundance kid? Are the best times over?
He's outta here this summer... going to see the foreign sun. Hopefully the coronas will give him an epiphany to solve this mystery so he doesnt succumb to the misery of that dude he sees everyday outside CVS with a cup jingling spare change in hand... only his misery is worse for he had it all yet he didn't know his path... was it predestined, was he truly alone? He wishes it was as easy as killer joe on the saxophone. He keeps telling himself madre España is where he'll get it right... he walks on the ground where Presidents, nobel laureates and so many more found there place. Will he ever get that taste, that small measure of peace we all seek? Will he be on his dead bed thinking ya did good kid? Will it all have been a waste... will he want to do it all again.

God I hope I find myself... the unknown is beautiful and so are you.
Here's to the search and all it brings.