Looking for found
In a season of lost.
Searching for meaning
In a time of perspective.
Days turning into weeks
Without punctuation,
Working towards
But no celebration.
The same that continues
Feels without contour.
The feature missing
From the rolling terrain.
Needing a new frame
To hold this picture.
Wanting a new answer
Though the question's the same.
Gathering dust,
Staying on the shelf,
Unsure of how my capacity
Will be filled.