I Am Searching
I am a lost soul
Pieces of me are found in the wind
Drifting through branches and windows
Skimming ocean crests
Making flowers bow
Listlessly…
I am searching
I am searching for my purpose
I am searching for my home
I am searching
Sometimes a cloud of grey follows me
Pearls of rain pour
Dense, dark, doom descends
Other times the skies are clear
The air is still
Sunlight peaks through
Peace and clarity settles
I am searching
I am searching for a friend
I am searching for hope
I am searching
I am finite
I am infinite
I am always present but rarely seen
I am searching
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