I long for something.
I do not know.
I feel incomplete.
There’s a hole that gets deeper.
And the anchor grows.
I feel empty.
Loneliness surrounds me.
I can only feel half,
Of what should be the whole.
I’ve missed something here.
I need adventure,
Something out of the ordinary.
What is it?
This question’s driving me mad!
Is it you?
Do I need you?
Could it be love?
Or is it danger?
A holiday perhaps, although that’s what everyone wants.
Will I ever know?