Meandering through life
Constantly seeking something
Which has no shape or form
Or even a vague direction
Why is it that the conviction never leaves me
That its nearby within reach
If I could only see through the haze
If only I tried harder to find it
Its as if once I find it
All missing pieces will come together
It’ll give me the goalpost address
I’ll stop meandering then…
Move from being a direction-less stream
To a calm and purposeful river
Who knows there’s an ocean up ahead
Waiting with open arms to welcome her
Welcome her with absolute acceptance
And whatever she brings with her
No judgements, no conditions
Just a warm never-ending embrace saying ‘I missed you!’
‘Where were you my sweetheart?
I’ve been waiting so long…
Without you my vastness is incomplete
And my existness itself – seems wrong’
What will be after I find the direction is so clear
Is it even possible that I can be mistaken?
That there may not be anything up ahead
Except the drudgery of the life I currently lead…
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