Missing Pieces

Today I thought    I could sail the sea To find what I thought    Was missing Or something Or someone I thought     I had been missing. I thought I was about to board   The great searching ship  and      be away for a season.  maybe permanently change course,       And never to return. People and places Laughters and dances     Could make one forget       For a moment...           only a moment. Still,    Thoughts of finding The missing pieces    Always stay. Thoughts. They never sleep, I think. Young thoughts they were once   old thoughts now they seem,      as some exhausted dreams. Maybe,      thoughts have their own way  of aging, too. But, never i imagine they die. For one single thought could lead     To a myriad of them.         Endless.            Unending. They have a soul and seem to feel. For thoughts have a heart to feel.    And hearts, too, have minds to think. The windows to the soul. Or they go numb, nonetheless.    Maybe, that's why they age        like people who grow old,     shriveled with time. In the beginning, And on the journey It may hurt     with lots of tears and a trembling soul. to feel. With a hope that  the end will surpass     the long tearful pilgrimage To become. With your thoughts. With your feelings. But the missing pieces remain the same Until I find them piece by piece The answer is uncertain.