My shattered remains

Are scattered among the skies

and I’m just laying here in some... restive peace

Just waiting for that spark to ignite.

Is this really what the meaning is?

The meaning of life?

Or Just some ending to lifes tragic love song.

I'm searching,

The greater unknown

While all others are finding contentment in Disillusion

I’m searching.

And all I want is glorified peace

--Happiness.—

And Happiness; (I’m Sure) has no parenthesis.

Nor “Life” quotation marks

Life itself is crafted from the hands of the individual

Though my hands are chained to society

My heart screams for liberation

But it’s never heard.

All endless attempts at finding for my Utopian Fantasy.