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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