… and if one day your heart says that something is missing – come find me.
I cant say exactly what I’m looking for
only that I’m looking
and maybe I’d find it faster
if I knew what it was
but I’m semi content in my own ignorance
at peace with not knowing just yet
because I almost think it would hurt more
if I knew what I didn’t have
maybe for this moment in time
I’m better off not knowing what its like
to see the sunset from the top of Everest
taste caviar with small silver spoons
or to know the kind of love
that makes the world stand still
could I be fine with just the little things I have
the soft comfort of my free couch
the quiet security of my small apartment
the day to day, the up and down
maybe I’m better off being naive
better off left in the dark
to one day stumble on that reason
perhaps by fate or by chance
but I cant help but wonder sometimes
what it would be like
to be so clichely complete
or be so enviously fulfilled
is it something that is even achievable
or just an urban legend of the past
a myth, a movie, a book
that filled my head with wishful thinking
so I sit here waiting to be inspired
to be awed, to be moved
not knowing what or when or where or how
it feels like a test of endurance
and though I’m not one of much
its truly a test of faith
I guess in the end
we all want to believe in something
whether its religion or superstition
ghosts or gods, fate or coincidence
we all want an answer and a way
what I believe in is if I have patience
whatever it is I am searching for
that calming lull in the eye of a storm
that missing piece
that momentary exhale
that justice and clarity
that reason
will one day find me
