Robert Fulton Laird

Something Missing

There's really something missing
as I flow from day to day
though, compared to others
I've done well paving my way

But, I no longer crave
even the best this has to give
though, there are definitely times
when it all does help me live

The months just blend together
a lot of stuff gets done
I look forward to the next day
as I complete another one

And I am always dealing with
some pleasure or frustration
teetering constantly in between
my memory and imagination

Okay, it's in the past
and I have proof that I had fun
a trophy, money, a friend or two
but now, those days are done

Oh yeah, and all those down times
when I'd panic all alone
thinking thing's worked out just perfect
before that other chance to moan

Heck, I'm just getting tired
of panning for gold, for years
reaching into this river of life
getting one nugget for all my fears

And even if it did work out
there'd still be something wrong
it all demands such effort
and everything takes so long

Lately, I've started to wonder
If I should go deep and not so far
there's got to be more to this
than always busy like we are

It's all somehow distracting me
from a soul that I don't feel
I planned on waiting till I was gone
before negotiating that deal

But, now, it's in my face
and since I profess to be so smart
something real is telling me
to get to know my heart

And not the one that pumps my blood
but the one I'll need real soon
because I'm never really guaranteed
to see another moon.