It's hard to find these days

No time to walk, to meditate, to spend the hours to find...

The blossoms are not on the trees. The water flows not from the streams

It's so hard to find...

Honor now, a fleeting dream. A dream from the past and there, a hope for the future...

To gaze within and know with certainty, to look within and feel serenity...

Contentment what are you? Do I know who you are, or are you make believe?

Soft grass below my feet. Warm breeze in my hair. Gentle sunlight on my face. Where are you?

Becoming that which I loathe. Submitting to pure survival. Going on just to make it to tomorrow...

It's so hard to find...

So many things I can do. I can help. I can reach out. I can...

No, here I am. It is to no avail...

I see her, smell her, taste her on my tongue...

She's not there. Again, to no avail...

So here am I, seeking, looking, wanting, waiting, trying...

It's so hard to find...

Wasted years? Wasted days?

Years gone by, here am I? Looking back now through my time...

The search the same, unending game.

Have I become a lunatic. Seeking that which I can not hold?

Have I but wasted half my life? Is my thinking oh so wrong?

Why can't I have it? What do I miss? Where have I gone wrong?

Again alone, a broken heart. Stay not with me, I must be mistaken.

Your life seems well. You do not understand. I wish it not upon you. I know not why it's upon me.

It's so hard to find. Why can't I find. To hold in side.

The way of peace.