Frantically searching.

For what? I don’t know.

Then how can I find it?

This question haunts my soul.

Yet I continue hunting,

for an answer that may not exist.

But when found it’ll be worth it,

like a youth’s awkward first kiss.

For now the mystery goes on,

with no clear end in sight.

Someday soon I might solve it,

Until then I’ll search day and night.

Categories: Poetry

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