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I search desperately for morsels of meaning

I search desperately for morsels of meaning

In the small, gentle crystal cascades that trickle by

Is this sifting and sorting worth the effort so great

Will I come upon a perfect answer to settle my brain

Every moment is composed of millions more

Nothing seems to directly satisfy met at all

Why am I so fixated on a perfect solution

Instead of flitting about randomly, grateful and fearless

Time slows down when I wish it would run

Flies by like a hummingbird when I need to catch up

I needlessly ponder, almost endlessly overwhelmed

Healing introspections I desire but cannot perform

Scarred and weathered down, I anxiously await

Those dark moments I am overwhelmed again

For they are still better than those silences that softly shake

And make me long for pandemonium’s chaotic pace