Our Search Has a Name

Our intentions are pure and our conscious is free We start out on a search for a love that could be Those pictures are perfect, those words are just right Our hopes are sent sailing on courses so bright We find that first person that catches our eye And write that first letter and wait for reply Will they write back, or are hopes set too high? Are you hoping to laugh, but fear you may cry? Emotions seem high, and then they seem low Our hearts beat so fast, and then they beat slow Like a ride at the fair with its' valleys and peak Is it just for a thrill we are hoping to seek? Perhaps we have egos that were bruised in the past A relation that ended we wished that could last The harder we try and the more that we fail Only deepens the scars that we never unveil Why do we write if we do not have time? Would the truth really hurt, would it be such a crime To admit to ourselves that our search has a name That the love we search for has turned into a game