This Is Why I’ll Keep Waiting For You

Are you searching or are you lost?
Did you bring any map with you or you just rely with stars?
Because if so, I’d like to tell them to not keep you for long
as the blades of grass I’m sitting on are starting to suffocate
with the earth beneath barely keeping themselves together
Are you searching or are you lost?
Because I’d like to know if I have to wait long
or is it even worth all the petals I’ve strung away?
Just in case time runs out, I want you to know that I was here—
that I’ve always been listening from the other side of the surface.

Are you searching or are you lost?
Because conceivably one day, if you do find me,
I’d like to tell you about that one time I felt infinite
with only the night sky as company
and a choir of stars as a lullaby.

Are you searching or are you lost?
Because I hope I haven’t been the only one
swimming in the oceans of doubt
and climbing mountains of fear
with hopes of being a light year closer from where you are.

Are you searching or are you lost?
Because I too, am searching and I don’t have anything with me
that can help me find which place am I now.
I just hope that wherever you are, you’re trying to find your way to me
because I’m quite afraid I might probably led astray.