Until We Find What We're Looking For

As life unfolds itself day after day,
As new people and experiences pour in,
Accompanied by struggle and pain, tension and stress,
Difficulties show up, and it becomes harder to settle in.

Just when we think it can't get any worse,
Guess what, it does, oh I'm not kidding,
It's as if bad times would never cease,
Like the line of guests at every wedding.

Seeing others your age happier gets to you,
It's perceived happiness, but still quite painful,
And as we feel, did they do anything differently?
It's what they're wondering about us, how disdainful!

Do not lose hope, for Greater Is Coming,
A dream job, so satiating and fun,
A woman unseen, but whose scent travels from afar,
And a life that we always wanted, with that special one.

So if you don't know what you want to do,
Worry not, for you're not alone in this lore,
Ultimately all of us have to rally in life,
Until we find what we're looking for.

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