The search

Searching.
Searching high,
Searching low.
Searching everywhere I can think of -
Every nook,
Every cranny,
Every tiny corner.
Searching for something unreachable,
Something that refuses to be found.
Searching for myself.
Don't know when I lost myself,
Not sure I ever had me,
Not really anyway.
The fake me, the plastic me
Was what I had -
Not the real me.
I know I'm out there somewhere,
Its just a case of looking.
The great search -
The search for knowledge, for truth,
For our identity, for who we really are.
So far its proved impossible...
But I live in hope
That one day I will be as one with myself.