The beauty of it all makes me feel so empty
I can never reflect it with my words or my hands
And my mind is too imperfect to rise above its limitations.  
So I search for more beauty with my restricted senses.  
Restricted how?  
Smells exist without my smelling,
Sights exist without my seeing,
Events happen without my being.  
With each new city and each new scene,
The distance between the chasm widens.
I search for connections but feel more disconnected.
What am I doing wrong?
No really, what am I doing wrong?

Most days I’d be content to stare at the ocean all day
Wrapped up in its sound like a lullaby.
Get lost in a painting on a wall
Or float away on the notes of a symphony.
Some days I’m so sure it’s love that’s missing.
I wish I could love the world and love life.
Some days I’m so sure that life breaks my heart.
So what am I doing wrong?
NO REALLY, WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?

Busying my mind and my time with the things that people do,
I travel, I read, I smile at you.
I sit at the piano for hours trying to let out a trapped song,
I beg my fingers to release whatever monster is eating my insides.
I pray to God to use me!
USE ME! Before you lose me…
I shift my focus,
Until the wind whispers that forbidden question into my ears…
What’s the point of all this?
And I convince myself that it’s a question not worth answering.
JUST LIVE! LOVE!
Something pulls me back down by my stomach.
SO WHAT AM I DOING WRONG??
NO REALLY!!!
WHAT AM I DOING WRONG!!!!!