I still seem to be searching for I know not what
And this road I am on
I know not where it leads me
And all I've got with me is hope
That I would find out in due time
That I would reach some place along the line
Just meant for me
So you know I'm in no hurry
You can tell me your story
I don't mind listening as long as you want

And if I may
Can I ask you something?
Why should it be there, always
This desire for something better
Than the things we have
Than the people we are
Will I ever feel that all I have is enough?
Why can't I just say that what I have is enough?

Lately, I've been pondering
If there could be anything out there
Better than contentment?
Better than satisfaction?
And increasingly I have come to think
That I should want
No more than what I need
Or is this just a wishful fancy?

Who wants to know the truth that leaves a bitter taste in the mouth?
Who wants to know there’s more to life than the things they want to own?