Seeker Lost N Tossed

More I seek the less I find
what is this thing called love
tell me more I beg and plee
before I flee just like me to
give up before the questions
answer.

Fancy that I now am fat
must not be running enough
but on the other hand it seems to be all I do running like a fool just like I always do I get carried away with these fancy thoughts and lost the cause behind it all howling at the night sky no so high as I should be