I am searching albeit not proactively
Come what may, going through the motions
To expect too much sets you up to fail
So I stopped expecting much, leaning more on logic
Feeling more as if I exist on another plane
Unable to see all at once, I choose to block it out
And dance upon my own grave, masking the pain
I will hide behind smiles and blushing brown eyes
Hoping that what I subconsciously search for
Will sweep me off my feet, out of my surreal dreams
Catch me unaware, for I am feeling mournfully aware
That the moments I dream, are long out of sight