In search of....

Wandering across life,
in search of the right path,
I realized that it's ends,
are covered in fog;
With every mile covered,
I have an other mile to go;
The search here,
was not to find something;
And the journey ends,
when we become nothing

The fruits of desire,
are a tasty trap,
you may like it for long,
and forget your song,
the song of your heart,
which would show what you are......