Looking For

We all search for unity,

to be known as something.

Yet in our search,

we miss everything.

Life is never seen,

as you try to be somebody.

We are all searching,

for that something.

To make the world seem right,

but we never quite catch it.

Those that do,

continue too far.

Pushing to see,

if they get everything.

Yet those of us at a loss,

fight for a sliver of hope.

Man verses man,

wanting for something.

Waiting to be defined,

as the world spins slowly by.

We all want a name,

other than the one we’re born by.

We want to be labeled,

to know others notice.

Receiving these names,

seemingly hurt on the outside.

Smiling on the inside,

for you know you can be seen.

I'm not an invisible nobody,

but I don't want to be what they make me.

Yet without these names,

is it possible to find what I need?

If I had never received these titles,

I would never have met you.

So if this title brought me closer,

is it so bad to be pleased?

I know deep down I'm not,

what they call me.

Hopefully you can see,

the real me.

If not why would you be here,

if you didn’t believe in me?

It's like we're animals,

classified into types.

But if not grouped together,

how would we know,

what we’re looking for?

Because when I see you,

I'm always at a loss.

I know that your not,

what they say.

You're just something else,

wonderful in my eyes.

Yet I don't know,

what you're after.

You’re beautiful,

but in their eyes a failure.

A beautiful disaster…

Looking For….

We all search for unity,

to be known as something.

Yet in our search

we miss everything.

Life is never seen

as you try to be somebody.

We are all searching

for that something.

To make the world seem right,

but we never quite catch it.

Those that do,

continue too far.

Pushing to see

if they get everything.

Yet those of us at a loss,

fight for a sliver of hope.

Man verses man,

wanting for something more.

Waiting to be defined,

as the world spins slowly by.

We all want a name

other than the one we’re born by.

We want to be labeled,

to know others notice.

Receiving these names,

seemingly hurt on the outside.

Smiling on the inside,

for you know you can be seen.

I'm not an invisible nobody,

but I don't want to be what they make me.

Yet without these names

is it possible to find what I need?

If I had never received these titles,

I would never have met you.

So if this title brought me closer

is it so bad to be pleased?

I know deep down I'm not

what they call me. Hopefully you can see

the real me.

If not why would you be here

if you didn’t believe in me?

It's like we're animals,

classified into types.

But if not grouped together

how would we know?

Know what we’re looking for,

what to find deep inside?

Because when I see you,

I'm always at a loss.

I know that your not

what they say.

Your soul shines bright,

burried beneath your troubled eyes.

You're just something else

words can't define.

Yet I don't know,

what you're after.

You’re beautiful,

but called a failure.

What are you looking for,

my beautiful disaster?