I search for peace everywhere I go and everywhere I look.
I search through the crunchy leaves that have fallen off the trees.
I search through the clouds that are being blown across the sky.
I search for it in the happy couples that walk by, whispering secrets about love.
I search for it in the way my brother, severely disabled, loves unconditionally.
My search for serenity is futile, I do not believe a broken heart can find peace.
Truth be told, I don’t know if a complete one can find any either.
Maybe we’re all just doomed to search for something that can never be found.