I keep asking myself things
Many things, great things
How come, what is
Where are, when is
How does, what if.
I keep looking for reasons
But always I find none.
I keep searching for meaning
But the quest just always left me asking.
Everywhere I go
Confusion.
Every touch, each move
Complication.
Even the simplest of words
Holds no definition.
I am always wandering
Kept walking and running
Going from place to place
But never ever staying.
I've grown weary of thinking
And never have an understanding.
I'm so fed up with searching
And never find even one thing.
I'm so tired of wandering
Off to a place
Where no one is even waiting.
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