What is it that we wait for?
Will we ever find that elusive “something more”?
What is it that we so frantically seek?
Will we ever make it up the insurmountable peak?
What is that we’re afraid of?
Will we ever accept that which others scoff?
What is that we long for, yearn?
Will we ever learn to unlearn?
Chasing a future that is uncertain
Today’s small pleasures we shun
Chasing dreams that are evasive
Real moments we’ve forgotten to live
The “life” we always aspired has already begun
Manifesting itself in moments that come by the million
Today is the future that we once dreamed and designed
So, what is it that we’re still hoping to find?
