Satisfied....ku

I met him… or her…. or it
& it was truly love
at first sight, touch, and smell
He… She…. or it didn’t find me
but I was guilty of searchin’
Feelin like a stalker lurkin,
I looked in between seat cushions and checked behind curtains
My heart was missing something,
but I had yet to find what it…. was
& not just because, everybody else had one,
I wanted one of my own
I wanted to shake hands with this stranger,
look it in its, his or her eyes
and say let’s dance in our thoughts,
and groove in our own skin again and again
Now for some reason
I looked and searched in every place
that he, she, or it did not exist
Backtracked and looked again
for I knew I must have missed… he, she, or it
Tapped shoulders of neighbors like “can u help me find…..”
umm, well, I didn’t even know myself,
so I continued as a soloist on my journey to find,
what I didn’t even kno I was lookin’ for
Disheartened with reminders of failure,
my search had ended, a product of nothingness….
For I looked high and low, out and about, under and through, up & over
& still could not find her, him, or it
But there was still one place I had not checked
I had failed to discover the inner,
and it had been there, all along
& now you’re wonderin’ what he, she, or it was…
for I had found the gift of song
& like a fiend I haven’t put the mic down since
Now that I use it I will neva lose it
Cause I’m satisfied with bein’
lost in my music……….my passion…

(c) 2006