I do, in listless bliss,
Search the world for your sweet kiss,
Search the darkness, search the light,
Search never ending paths, not right.
We are such a dependent few,
Always searching for the perfect you.
When the clouds bring on their rain,
The sunshine seems a far refrain.
Holding out our wayward soul,
Always wanting a little more.
Held inside the material grasp,
Seldom learning from the past.
Still we wander with sweet grace,
Thinking we will find our place.
Those that worry, waste their time,
For life is really a choice of mind.
CAWatson 05/15/2009
