The Search

I wake up every morning, restlessness in my heart..

A search that begins even before the day starts..

The search for a newness in the mundane around..

Hope for extraordinary in those routine and usual sounds..

I look for it walking around the pavements I pass..

Little bushes on the sidewalk, the concrete and the grass..

A search for unknown in the rustling of trees..

Some secret meaning, something beyond what the eyes can see..

I scroll and I shuffle, through the daily news feed..

For that one-in-a-million mystery worth paying heed..

I look and I look, I try to look what's out of bound..

But I forget to look inside while I'm looking around..

And since I look for magic instead of creating it myself..

Nothing ever changes, the search proves of no help..