This girl is always searching .
Searching for someone to make her happy.
I hate when the undeserving are rewarded with the good things of life,
Wearing them as a badge of pride, perhaps showing them off for their high luster.
Maybe not showing them off at all, but keeping it secret from the world,
Or perhaps keeping the world from it, blinding the perception,
Like a newborn kitten with sensitive eyes, blocking out the world and sun.
She has found her treasure, stumbled right across it one night back in August,
But hardly knew it.
She doesn't know she has found her source of joy,
The only thing that seems to be able to make her happy lately.
Maybe someday she'll let go and grab hold of reality and logic,
And not live in a world of blind perception, clouded by the shaded logic
Of the undeserving.
Maybe one day she'll understand,
Here I stand.
8/29/2002
