Searching

Looking back the way I was in a midsummer of May
in a place and time have long been known by heart
couldn't help but ponder upon myself what I had
little by little blackens every inch I have been
until no longer search its way back to that memory.

The dark clouds covered the vision of place I knew
wondering, reflecting how I came sudden changes
losing the lifestyles I used to love and cherished
gradually vanishing in the air, fading its vividness
such a lost poor soul then searching for sanctuary!

Through out my life been searching for lead-up
to take me in a haven could truly call my own
so many years have passed yet things uncertain
if I try to sum-up all what I have been through
I claim, until this very day am still searching.