I am searching for you.
Day by day I walk by my mirror.
Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.
Day by day life gets more monotonous.
Grey becomes my norm, but I believe you could be that splash of color.
I write, I read, I study, I watch.
I party, I sleep, I eat, and repeat.
What am I working towards?
What is all this for?
Undoubtedly lost in my thoughts and I will never tell people where to come find me.
Everyday people ask me what do you like to do?
What do you want to be?
I want to be peaceful, happy, and free.
Whatever that looks like, whatever it takes.
I DO know I don't want my one life to be labeled a mistake.
May the good Lord never regret making this body my vessel.
The moment I do find you I hope you help me to spark the mind of someone else just as special.
Purpose, purpose, purpose, purpose.
I repeat your name a million times in my head.
Hoping the answer is in your name, back into my own mental space I step again.
My primary emotion is always so chill and nonchalant.
The day I can finally claim you, my happiness will be something that can never be forgot.