Everyone is searching for the missing piece in life. The key to unlock the door and steal back all lost time. Searching, looking, restless, scanning every crack and crevice, lying awake at night, dreamless, empty presence. Your broken heart from years and years lets laughter fall onto your deaf ears. No happiness is enough. No joy can be felt. Everyone is searching for something to heal themselves, yet no medicine is strong enough, no key can ever be turned to give us what we want the most, to give us what we yearn. The thing we want is an illusion. Our perceptions are distorted. The Snow Queen's looking glass when it dropped and shattered. All is worth what we rate it, all ranked by how we place it. Chasing what cannot be found instead of choosing to be content. Wanting what we do not have, a dream that cannot be, a masterpiece of mirages, all too soon we believe. When will we begin to accept what is here? The present day in which we live, not the past or future. When will we stop searching and decide we don't need more? Only then we will find what we've been looking for. The good you have is here, yet you keep looking on, never realizing what you had until it is gone.