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I am sole searching for this while.
I am looking for that passion that makes my heart smile.
I feel like laughing, I feel like sighing.
I feel like singing, I feel like crying.
You think about the past when you went through the motions.
And now you wonder what drove you to this notion.
I am looking in a mirror and staring at my face.
Wondering what force put me in this place.
Everything can feel so right and then feel so wrong.
It seems everyone is looking for a moral to every move I make.
And I feel as though they are looking right through my face.
It's like before they were seeing me, Atleast the me they saw me to be.
So now when they look, they look as though it is the first time they have seen me.
And the one's that are just learning me, are looking for themselves.
Are they really looking for me?
And they like what they see?
Do they want to know more?
Do they need to know me?