There are no words that could explain all my searching
for I have used up every word that I know
yet still all I am writing the same words time over
explaining my life as I grow…
for so much I know now so much I've grown now
yet contentment still eludes me each day
though happiness be mine in abundance at daybreak
by nightfall it all just slips away…
then I am left yearning for the need to keep searching
but for what… I really don't know?
I keep adding new pages as I go through new stages
finding new ways I can grow…
till one day contentment will replace my resentment
and I hope peace will finally be mine
then restful I will be… as I'm sleeping gently
dreaming of all things divine.
