Longing

In the quiet of the night, I search for my calling.
Longing for a purpose, my heart keeps on falling.
Striving a dream that seems forever out of reach.
Yearning for that tricky truth, I strain to teach.

Aching to achieve, what has yet to be attained.
Longing for a liking, that can never be regained.
Yearning for the ties with someone I'll never meet.
Longing for a destiny that feels so obsolete.

Like a ship lost at sea, I keep looking for a solid ground.
Looking for answers, that may never be found.
I search within, a longing deep inside my soul.
Hoping for a purpose that will make me whole.

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