Lost to be Found

Yesterday I found you.
As I always do
I thought I found the greates treasure
So that I can’t really realize your measure
At first I forgot my memories
I thought they rest in peace
But then they stang in my perception
So that I had to read their caption
And than I knew
This isn’t new.
I already thought that before
And swore
it will happen no more
But now I’m standing here
Don’t know if I can bear
The insight which this brings.
But I don’t pull the strings
I’ve already found a treasure
Of which I now not even know it’s measure
It was a trap
Which left a vacant gap
Inside my soul
Which actually symbolizes almost the whole.
Now I don’t know how to react
Is it a fact
That it’s always a pretty illusion?
Is this the conclusion?
But if I don’t try…
Am I shy…?
How will I know what it holds
Until it unfolds?
I think I’ll try
And maybe I’ll fly…