I'm Looking for Something
I don't know what it is that I've lost but I keep looking for it anyway. A major part of me died when I was ten years old and with it something else. Many were the times that I traveled back to that house on the hill not knowing why. Something, a key perhaps, is waiting there in that place and I know not where to look. It troubles my mind like a dripping faucette in the darkness of the night and keeps you awake. Trying to retrace my steps and thinking about what I went through just makes more foggy mist. Trying to understand it all or even trying to explain it falls on deaf ears mostly.