The Search

I try, I'm always searching.
For something that I don't know set,
It's all so far, nothing that I want.

A person who can't express opinions, because it is constantly being judged, and almost always damned...
And so acquiring traumas.

I keep searching,
This time by matters that almost never interest me.
By superfluous things, in an attempt to find happiness in small pleasures dead.

It is difficult to continue
But I'm still searching,
Looking for something to show me the value I had on life.

And I find the happiness,
The last moments when happiness smiled at me while holding in my hand revealed to me all his glory on the other side of this great journey.

Author: Dan Oak