Have You Seen Him?
Have you seen him? ‘Cause I’ve
been looking. They try to hold me back, but I’m still looking. They don’t
understand why I keep looking. And who is to blame them? They are oblivious to
what I have seen and what I have felt. They tell me I should stop looking, but
how can I? How can I when looking is the only thing that brings me happiness
and keeps me sane? They give me weird looks when I say I’m not giving up, but
it’s not my fault they have given up on their happiness.
They think I am
the echo of every failed search. They think I should follow the rules, and they
don’t get that I am the exception. They think I’m too optimistic. Well, I say
they are too realistic. Why can’t I keep looking? I know what is waiting for
me, so why not keep looking? They say I will get hurt. But I have; a thousand
times, I have. And look at me now. Am I not standing? Why listen to them when I
know my joy is in looking? Even if it takes a million years, my happiness is in
looking. Why not keep looking if I’m willing? I’m willing to look and wait and
hurt and smile and cry and yell. I’m willing to live.
They say the story should end
here, but I’m willing to let it take a life of its own. They say everyone has a
story to be told, but mine isn’t the perfect one to be passed on. And maybe it
is not, but imperfection is where my happy ending waits to be picked up. They
say I shouldn’t be so much of a fighter, but if I don’t fight for my happiness,
what else have I got left? And maybe, after all, they are just jealous, for my
happiness is in looking, and theirs is lost, for they have nowhere to look.
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