We’ve all been searching, the long lost something, out there.
It’s out there somewhere.
The strings of our heart throbbing, vibrating, yearning for that bitter sweet sense of pulse to reach that focal point of joy.
Deep in our heart, procrastinating we are awaiting someday harmonious chord shall strike..
“the music is all around us, all you have to do is listen”
They say, some lucky, some don’t.
But I’ve never seen a lucky pair that lasts but with bitter smile to comfort.
All I know is the sparks that one strikes, may once in a while you get a brief moment of joy if that focal point reached.
The warmth may one received, but leave the excess to those who may need.
We came from nothing, to prove something, then we still leave at the end as nothing.
The water that comes and goes, the moment it comes in between, it’s good to nourish us drinks, but bad it is to drown one’s life.
If to term yourself good or evil, it’s all there in you to prove.
To live we’re unfulfilled with the zest to search.
TillÂ time to die, we’re just fulfilled with no more room enough for us to search, anymore.