You're 59 years old. The search is still on. Search for what? You want to keep that an open-ended question. Running free is scarcely an option anymore. The time to find that something is running out. Dan Provost offers up gritty, thoughtful poetry allowing us to share in those intimate internal conversations which occur when all seems lost. Dreaming of that almost unobtainable 'something' even as it seems to disappear like smoke in the palm of his hand.