No products in the basket.
I’m looking for something, but I can’t find it.
I’ve looked upon the white and green mountains,
over aurous sand dunes,
across the snake-like lake;
but every time I look,
it seems like a waste.
I’m looking for something, but I can’t find it.
I’ve sat on a plane and passed through naked clouds.
I’m looking through this telescope
and see glowing stars in the shroud.
I’ve spoken to as many people as I can
and walked for miles looking for a plan.
I’m looking for something, but I can’t find it.
Is the answer on this merry-go-round?
Maybe I need help and guidance?
From this world that keeps spinning around.
I’m looking for something, but I can’t find it.
I’ve watched wild animals locked up in a park;
women and babies always laugh
as they tell you the story where life makes a start.
Why does white chocolate ice cream make you dribble,
while dipping your toes in the salted sea of Przybyl?
I’m looking for something, but I can’t find it.
Maybe I’m looking too hard,
are all the answers in the palm of my hand?
I awake every day,
hoping for a chance,
but something is laughing at all my deluded plans.
I’m looking for something and found it.
The answer is making these words,
stringing letters together that make you converse.
I feel content,
I feel significant,
in this world that builds stories in my head.
I can only offer you my interpretation of reality,
and hope you’ll find the cobblestone road –
on your journey –
to create a new library.
