What is missing in my life?
Is it what everyone tells me it is?
Is there a longing in my soul?
If I find it,
will it change my dull existence into vibrant life?
Will it change the way I hold myself?
Or the way my face refuses to smile
Or how I refuse to speak?
I wonder
Curiouser and curiouser
Will I ever find out,
If instead of existing can I live?