What is it that you’re looking for?
What makes you twist and turn all night long?
Why not content with what’s on your platter,
When the rest have bowed down to the worldly ways?
A prism of thoughts, as unsettling as water;
And all that pondering never ceases to rest…
So you start digging on your own,
Picked those muddled up pieces here and there
Something’s still missing, it always has...
The journey’s long and weary,
That feeling of fulfillment is a distant dream.
The picture still isn't clear;
You wait for the colours to fill in…
Yet they made you walk along that hazy stretch,
You wandered like a curious nomad, ran to quench your thirst
But the mirage won over you at first;
Soon you learned its trick and leveled the scores.
Those sore feet took you on for miles and miles,
But what could beat the flight of thy mind?
It’ll hunt for the hints and leave its trails behind…
Not even the stones can weigh you down now;
You’ve come too far ahead of those second thoughts,
Much beyond the reach of ifs and buts…
