Searching, searching, it seems.
Why can’t I just be happy looking at pretty things?
Wondering, wondering, I agree.
The road I’m already on is so head smaking easy!
Wishing, wishing, I believe.
What I’ve made up in my mind keeps my heart beating.
Wanting, wanting, what I cannot have!
It doesn’t exsist, they’ve all told me that…
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
If we were happy looking at pretty things, we wouldn’t be human. That requires we see what isn’t there, and too often it isn’t so pretty. Or at least it’s deeper.
LikeLike
Just what I needed to hear, Jacqui.
LikeLike
Very nice, Audith. See? This poem is perfectly flowing!
LikeLike
Thank you, Duketh. Well, umm, it was quick. What a dadblameit kind of day!
LikeLike
Those days occur frequently for the professor! 😀 Hope you’re doing just fine.
LikeLike
Normal for all, I think. Thanks, I am.
LikeLike
It does exist Audrey, you’ll get there.
LikeLike
Thank you
LikeLike
Don’t let anyone squash your dreams, Aud!!
LikeLike
Thanks, Barb. I’m working on it. 😉
LikeLike
I’m sure it exists!! Whatever IT is.
LikeLike
IT, in this poem, was fairness for all. Rough day at work. Thanks for the comment and for the encouragement!!
LikeLike
Always! Keep your head up, work can make a lot of things rough. Hopefully we can all just gravitate to the positive things in life, and positive people.
LikeLike
I agree, please excuse me as I slide a bit closer. 🙂 Have a great night!
LikeLike
Awww. Thanks 🙂 You too!
LikeLike
Eh, what do they know? 🙂
LikeLike
Yep, that’s what I say. 🙂
LikeLike