How can a man search for these.

What if the sunset in a place that you could never go
Is more beautiful than any one you've ever seen before
Would you know what it is that you've longed for
And if it's something that does exist for sure

What if that's how I live every day
Imagining the words that i would say
And would those words even be okay
To describe that scene that I'd seen that day

And what if it doesn't really exist
Is it something that would really be missed
And would some search for it and insist
That all nay sayers cease and desist

And how is this different from things like love
And things that are higher and better and above
And the feeling that exists, well just because
It can't be explained, you see, it just does

And how can a man search for these
From flower to flower for pollen as bees?
With his stinger primed while flying through trees
Ready for defense if ever he needs?

Is this as one whose search is pure
Or is it as one who is off to war
And is there a difference at all, for sure?
Can it be remedied, and is there a cure?

The irony is that we searched for this disease
While picking flowers and climbing through trees
And doing it all with the slightest of ease
For that chance that this one we would please

But we lost sight of this one little thing
We are given the capacity for only one sting
And up to this point, we hum and we sing
Until we are dethroned by this sense of longing

But the question in this is as it remains
Is the chance of good better than the current pains
And if we arrive bloodied with stains
Could we by this journey really be changed?

Could this stinger be returned to its sheath
And we be revealed for what lies beneath
And what if this is a form of retreat
Would the end of this journey not be just as sweet?

The problem is that we don't know what we long for
We know that we long for something for sure
And this sun could beautifully set on shore
It will surely rise in the morning once more

The point of this all is that I believe
It must exist in the way I perceive
Not in a way that does deceive
But in a way that does truly lead

And it is some thing does direct us to
Something that is just as real and as true
Something that exists, just as me and as you
And every day feels exciting and new

So come with me along this new path
And empty your heart of malice and wrath
And smile always, fill my ears with your laugh
And charge with me forward and never look back.


Copyright Justin Gerges 2013