All my life I have been searching for something more.
The hunt never seems to end.
An unnerving want, need of association that is always on the tip of existing only to be shot down again.
When I’m happy no one listens, when I’m sad, it is the same.
I get told I’m just playing a game.
Still, it all seems in my perspective to stay.
Small inches I am given in consequences that don’t add up to full blown success.
I preserve anyway, onto the next challenge.
Trying to overcome the downfalls.
~Angela K. Crandall~©9/6/16