Where are you?
But, wait
Have I lost the right to ask you?
Should I look for you in the stars?
Or the moon, or the night?
Should I find you in the morning?
In the picture, or in the sunset?
Or my ravaged dreams of despair?
Or in my crumpled soul that yearns for you?
Should I look for you in the forest?
Or in the idol?
Or in the faces of people that I see,
Or in the photograph that hangs
Over the wall, under the roof
Where we have talked and fought
And argued and lost?
Ya, I'm looking for you.
Day and night, morning and evening
But the least important thing is-
Will I EVER BE ABLE TO FIND YOU.......???
Did they tell you I was trying to reach you?
Or are you as in the dark as I am?

Piranha