It is difficult to search, when one is blind.
Nay, not blind in the actual sense
Rather blind in the emotional sense.
A futile search, one can say,
And yet a search it is.
Can’t be stopped or paused.
It just goes on and on.
An inner search, A curious venture,
A misfortune or not I cannot say
This search for that elusive thought.
That feeling which one yearns for
And yet just as one nears it,
Just as its caught hold of,
Its gone, slipped through the fingers
Lost in time forever, that elusive feeling.