I am the round peg
a small child tries furiously
To fit into a square hole

You are their wooden blocks
Endlessly creating new and exciting worlds
Despite your inconspicuous appearance

I seem to fit every mold
While you have created your own
But I drain out through the cracks
And you remain intact

You forge paths for yourself
Unafraid of the consequences
Sure of your destination
Sure of your course

I wander
Not with lust but with thirst
Yearning to find anything at all
Anything of meaning, of worth
Anything remotely resembling a place
Where I think I can be happy
And where maybe you will be able
To meet me along your way

But every time I think I've found this place
I know I’m only settling in mind, not body
And I watch as you continue on
So sure and so fast