yearning

my mom always looks to the past
reminiscing on events
feeling sad for the things we never had
but I know that is silly
how can we learn grow and move
when we are always looking back

my dad always looks to the sky
wondering why, why does he have it so hard
but I know that is stupid
for the sky cannot tell us why
anymore than you, or I, or god

my sister always looks to her kitchen
for she knows if she cooks and cleans
and is a mom she is doing a good job
but I know thats too simple
for there is much more to life than a house
and kids and soup in a pot

we all look to something for fulfillment, for answers
but what will I look to?

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