• Sometimes I search all day and night
    For all the words that seem right
    To say of how I feel of you,
    The meaning of life, to start anew.

    At times the words may make you cry,
    To weep, to say, "Oh why, oh why?"
    But at other times may make you smile,
    To think that you could jump a mile.

    At the times I can't find words,
    And make them fit, and make them merge,
    I do something else and then,
    The words are in my head again.

    It does not happen quite a lot,
    But when it does, my mind's a dot
    To what I could and want to say
    That escapes me all throughout the day.