we find areselves walking,
along this road called life,
we seldom stop and look,
at the beauty around us,
sometimes we stop for to long,
get cought up in it,
lose track of what we were,
doing befor we stoped,
we try to find it again,
but its lost for the moment,
somewere in are minds,
only to be found by,
someone else along the way,
we find someone dear,
we lose them just as fast,
woundering what happend,
were they went to,
only to find that we never,
really know were it is,
we spend time looking but cant find,
that one that always holds us,
together so completly,
that we no longer worry about,
whats going on out there,
when we do find them again,
its only for stolen moments,
that end all to soon?