tumbling and turning...

you walk through the darkness
wanting to find
that one true thing you think you might have
that you might call your own
you walk in search and end up confused
those people there
they walk with their torches,
hand in hand, owning...
and you just stay there, wanting...
why doesn’t your’s seem to be there
couldn't it appear just like that
you wonder and wonder
then you break down and cry
.........
.........
.........
perhaps,
perhaps,
you should not have looked with your eyes?
perhaps..........

-moenlite-
[was it happiness she wrote?]

*picture, by Martin Barraud

[shades]