I wonder what I’m searching for
within this, my time on earth.
Answers being just out of grasp,
maybe happiness and mirth.
But surely there’s more than that,
in those answers that I seek.
Some don’t know their searching,
you can hear it as they speak.
When I was young I didn’t know
I might be searching for clues.
In thinking that I was out of luck
when I suffered the blues.
As I became much older just I knew
that there had to be more.
But what that is and where it lies
I’m still not so totally sure .
I think that I’m a little bit nearer
but will I ever get there.
There really seams so much to find
with so little time to spare.
I wonder if I lived some more,
like another hundred years.
If I’d find those answers I seek
and life my would be clear.