What is it?
What am I in search of?
I don’t know.
This insomniac was in quest
Of an answer or maybe
An asylum for my lunacy,
I walked
aimlessly,
I searched down
the tracks-
Of the water that
fell from my eyes,
They didn't answer.
What is it?
I got wish threads
and stood frozen
Tangled what to
wish for and
Walked back with
an empty heart,
A confused mind
and a lost sensibility.
I don’t know what
I want from life,
I know I’m in quest of something-
Which I cannot
name.
What is it?
There is no place in the world
There is no air to inhale
I’m living, I’m counting, and I’m waiting
But I don’t know for what this living-
Counting and waiting is for.
What is it?
Made no meaning, they killed me
‘They’ told me I will find solutions but,
What is it?
What am I in search of?
What is it?