Finding the minute..

If being lost was easy,
to be found is tricky..
how do you find something,
that never went lost?..
I think..

Wearing invisible blinders
I search around corners,
with the prize in my pockets.
Every anxious second squandered
Makes the task get even bigger.

I hold a piece not knowing to use
Just like holding a quiver without a bow

when you leave is it lost?
Will it hurt, when not found?
The questions keep flowing,
but the answers remain stuck.

swimming in circles,
not knowing where it leads..
I wander in the desert,
until the crunch moment..


when finally it clicks.