The Clover.

There's something out there,
someplace I want to reach
But I dont know where and
why Im losing my control of speech.

Sometimes this confusion
gets the best of me and
sometimes this feeling
makes it hard to breathe.

This un-controlled wonder,
this imaginations fruit
Thoughts roam like thunder
all this common sense on mute.

I'm regretting nothing,
I'm wishing the same.
I'm searching for something,
A life yet to claim.

My journey is over,
my item is found.
The luck of my clover
had once again let me down.