Were always looking? We don't know exactly where to look. Asking questions, we know we can never answer. Things we wish for that we know that are not in store for us. We fumble on words. Sometimes we are so unsure who we are. How do you find yourself when everywhere you turn..You trip and fall on your face. Always back to step one. Trying to gain courage to take the next step. We ask ourselves the same questions over and over. We always come up empty hand. Yet we search, hoping for tomorrow. One day the sun will shine and I will know me.