I searched and searched,
I searched everywhere.
I looked and looked,
I looked and lost.
I thought I knew and I thought I knew again,
But everytime I found that it was not.
I looked in the eyes of each person I met,
I looked in the words of books.
I looked in a painting,
I looked in a tree,
I looked in what I was doing,
I looked in becoming something I always wished to be.
Each time I looked I came to a crash,
Until I stopped looking at all.
In the meaningless pit of all that was left around,
A glimpse of what I was searching for I finally found.