Where do I find you?
And when I get there what do I say?
Have you been looking for me too?
Do you know that I'm on my way?

A surplus of questions,
and a shortage of replies.
With each day that passes,
my sadness gets harder to disguise.

But I must keep looking,
even if I don't comprehend.
Cause like any good fairy tale,
the happy part doesn't come until the end.