Looking
I am looking for something.
I have no idea what it is,
But I know it is out there somewhere.
Will I ever find it?
I don’t know.
The restlessness fills my soul,
The emptiness fills my heart,
Because every time I feel as though
I have reached out and grasped it.
It disappears into the wind,
A stream of dust on the way to nowhere,
A drop of rain from the sky.
I am looking for something.
I have no idea what it is,
But I know it is out there somewhere.
Tina L. Rice
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