What you look for cannot always be found.
Nor is it always known.
Still you search.
On and on in vain.
Letting your life go on without you.
Then one day you realize that you are all alone.
And you wonder where it all went.
Somehow it all passed you by.
It all was right in front of you the whole time.
But you were blind to it all.
You had your eyes fixed on foolish things.
Now you are filled with sorrow.
Feeling sorry for yourself.
But you still have a chance.
To live the life you were meant to.
You are still alive.
So, go live it!
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(10/04/2013
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