My life is like a misty day

MY LIFE

My life is like a misty day

Where clouds obscure the land

I know there’s something out there

But I can’t touch it with my hand

They say that if you seek you find

All I see is what’s left behind

My hours of searching for something new

End with my brain feeling stuck with glue

Something must be out there with my name

I suppose that my search is just part of the game

Each stone I turn has more life below

It’s just not the life that I want to know

I want to be free and I want to feel good

Where can I find them without shedding blood?

I only find peace in my own little space

There has to be more in the whole human race

Because I’m alone, does it mean that I’m lonely?

Sometimes I feel it, but search for me only

What do I search for? I haven’t a clue

Though I’ll know if I find it if I care to pursue

I’ll just keep on searching, till I’m too old or ill

When I’m losing my senses or even my will

If I search the whole world, I may still be too late

While that thing in life I’m looking for sits outside my garden gate