It is always here but we still have to play at trying to find it.

I traveled, traveled

Searching, searching

Without a soul

Wondering, wondering

Every corner.of the box

I thought as life

Looking under every stones

In all rivers, all the seas

Fell in ditches and couldn’t see

I looked to the stars..

To imagine, imagine

How it could be

After so many years

Desilusioned and almost gone

I looked in my emptiness

in case I found

For all I cared,

I could have looked

in death itself.

 One day like another

When all was gone

Even my existence

I had shone..

I was here

Inside of me 

Having a cup of tea..

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