What is it I'm reaching for,
This thing I cannot touch?
Is it a word, a truth, or a question;
Perhaps a riddle or rhyme?
Is it a wondrous treasure
Or is it nothing much?
Will I learn its essence in time?

I seek for this thing
Though I don't know what it might be.
I spend my time searching
For that one missing piece.
Perhaps, one day, it will come to me
And bring with it a quiet peace.