She finds whatever she finds,
she combs the beach, to the crashing of the waves,
and in her silence, she crosses the pebbles loudly,
but she is lost in her own mind,
and she finds whatever she finds,
and in her thoughts, she whiles away the time,
passing the seconds and minutes and the hours,
whilst gathering her thoughts,
for she has a vision of the future of her life to define,
and she finds whatever she finds.
And the search externally, does not matter,
but her inner feelings, they mean so much more,
and they shape the way that she is in the world,
for in her emotions, they define her more than anything else,
for she is a sensitive kind,
and she walks the beach under the gathering clouds,
dispelling the negativity from her mind,
and she finds whatever she finds,
and in the grey, she finds her way forwards in a daze,
and colours her future self in such brightness,
and in it and on her path, it is clearer because of it,
for from the thoughts, she has in these precious times,
and in the future, she will find what she will find,
for she lives in the moment,
and she will see what she will see, for the past it sets her free,
and she will be as happy as she can be.