SEARCHING

What do I look for, my fingers groping inside?
Searching for something to hold on to,
And I am blind?
Did I expect to find
A nugget of pure gold,
A pearl, a diamond
A sense of satisfaction?

My fingers feel a coldness.
They close around an emptiness
And search again for the
Treasure I think lies
Somewhere there,
Beyond good sense and
Everything my life has taught me to expect
Because I know by now
- know by now I should -
the air I draw from this world
Fills my lungs with
Broken glass, thorns and
disappointment.

But still my fingers search
For that nugget of pure gold,
A pearl, a diamond
Or at the very least,
A sense of satisfactiion.