Writing as I wake up

by kuylerquijas

I’ve been having dreams where I’m looking for something of mine
But am surprised by all the people I find.
I get distracted and pulled to the side.
And everyone I meet is happy to see me.
Sometimes I forget what I’m looking for
And sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I like who I ran into
And sometimes I don’t.
When I wake up it doesn’t matter
What I was looking for
Because it doesn’t exist.
When I die it won’t matter what I was looking for
Just the people that stayed with me.
Sometimes the answer isn’t all that important.
The question just gives you a purpose.