The Trip

“One of those days… again”
I often wonder why it’s so hard to be completely content
Always on a mission
Trying to find that certain something or someone
Somewhere in your mind you know it’s not quite right
But it’s so hard to grasp what you’re desperately seeking
Is it a concrete object, or are you just missing a peace of your mind?
Is the journey to happiness a lifelong adventure
Or is the living experience simply a happiness in itself?
I guess it’s just a matter of how you perceive things
The ways of the world are not so simple anymore
And I’m becoming quite skeptical of where the truth really lies
I cannot make it on my own
And maybe the hand I’ve been holding was never there in the first place
Has it turned out that the joke was on me?
Or was it my fault for putting my hand into the palm of inferiority?
I do believe it’s time to renew some faith in something
Someone who will help me belong
And find what I am missing

Markee Norstegaard