My heart, broken like earthen pots,
I still wonder what I am waiting for.
I see the world through the looking glass,
the mirror stares at me back with red crying eyes.

Under the roof of the world,
I sit on the shore, waiting all along.
Time passes by me, as the waves beat on,
I still wonder why I am still looking for.
I wish the clock on the wall made some sense,
wish I knew what I keep looking for.
In a lifetime of unending beauty and calm,
I keep forgetting what I am looking for.