sometime_I_think_of_you

Train of thoughts takes me away,
but does not show me what next
I search for lost and longed,
finally tired and lost in text

some constant flickering still bubbles into my mind
what do I get and what do I lose,
still unable to differentiate
but one question always puzzle me
why I am overridden, with this constant
is it that constant, I am searching all time
still no end and no glimse of ray
still the hope remain
still the hope remain
still the hope remain

long ago heard those story of
deer and it hunt for treasure
and I can see no end to my search
which makes deer story similar to my own

the question still remain
why does passion flows from those
who are out of our reach
lost in our search and bored from beach
always these loss make me wonder
and keep the blood flowing inside my veins
and hunt for answer remain
and may well live remain
as the passion flow from outside
and they remain part of outside