I’ve been looking for years
searching the streets
seeing the strangers
that I meet
keep being incomplete
while I am trying to
find the piece
that puts us all back together
how we never ever were;

Still striving to be better
not to be bitter but more clever
then ever,
I became the watchful walker,
the people stalker,
observing all in silence
absorbing all the
horror and violence
just for a chance
that I might find this
fantastic formula.

Many times I have come close,
seen the kindness that I know
starting to expand,
but something stops its growth.

Till, I realized
this quest was lie
I told myself.
The thing I was looking for
the dreams I longed to know
were only there
in the hopeful words
of my fellow poets.

I spent all my life looking.
Until I stopped,
cupped my chest,
felt my heart,
and realized
to my surprise
that humanity
was in my mind.