years of search
zane carter
I spend years searching – years!
I didn't know what I was looking for but I knew what it would mean.
It didn't matter how I got there, I just wanted to be there.
Somewhere where I could feel a hint of the freedom I had longed for so long.
I wake up craving it and I go to sleep dreaming about it.
I haven't found it yet and maybe I won't but I have finally found a way to get there.
All those years feeling lost and without authentic intention were worth it.
At the time, they all felt hopeless. Made me look like a fool, almost confused of what he wanted.
Now, the years of confusion have brought a clarify that I wasn't expecting, but I'll tell you this, I'm awfully grateful.
The world brings with it much fruit from the labor of times that are often without meaning.
Don't stop, keep going!
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