sometimes in life
things can become
it just becomes
nothing but a blur.
i had to find a new vice
to replace an old one
that finally caught up with me on the road.
the free time
i had went into genealogy
and you never know what to expect.
i traced my dad’s family
down to the 1700’s and found
that one of his family members owned
the tract of land which is now chicago.
after that mission became complete,
it was now time to work
on my mother’s side.
i wasn’t having as much luck
until an uncle who has sinced passed away
provide me the name of arthur c quick
who had a book published on the family
down the 1600’s.
i went to the library
and they found a copy not too far away
from where i lived.
after the book arrived,
i went through the whole thing
and stumbled upon this man’s name.
i thought to myself,
now that’s an identity i’d like to have.
he was a very distant cousin,
and his name is zane grey,
a great country and western writer.
somehow i believe
i’m now forging an identity too.