We're all the same,
Yet different beyond words.
We all lack something,
And search fruitlessly for it.
Yet we all search for something different.
Recognition,
Power,
Love,
Money.
The list is literally endless.
But I'm not searching for something.
It seems I'm searching for someone.
Not to have and to hold,
Not to love or to lose.
I search for an old friend.
Someone I know well yet have never met.
I'm hoping he'll lead me home.
But Death is never very accommodating.
Besides,
How does the old saying go?
You'll always find what you seek in the last place you look.