I am constantly searching my heart,
I don't know what I'm looking for,
Perhaps feeling I just can't explain,
Or questions I still have yet to ask,
I am empty, there is nothing left in me to say,
I've tried but all I can think of is nothing,
All my colors have paled, my rainbows faded,
The muses have died and life just goes on,
I wish I had found expression,
But all I find are blank canvases and dry brushes.