I search for meaning in my life.
For some reason for me.
For a rhyme to all this confusion.
And for order to this chaos that is my
life.
I search for answers to these questions.
For why I have all these doubts.
And for why I need to know why.
I search, I search, I search on.
I walk, I walk, I walk on.
Endlessly, forever on.
On and on.
Scott David Buckley-(25/07/2012)
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