Some times I think that I'm needed and wanted
But other times, I feel used and lonely.
Loved and Useful.
Scared and Alone.
My mind races and searches for the right path to follow.
Right when I think I've finally chosen the perfect one
Something goes wrong and I'm again searching.
My heart searches more vigorously than my m ind
But still yet, searching.
For security, for love, for passion, for happiness.
Always searching, for something new, something old.
The path always winding, always rocky, and always mountainous.
Each harder than the last.
My destination unknown,
Still I walk each as if it were my last.