Whispering to obstination

Grew in the better land,
but sought for pain.

Always,
trying to obtain things never felt.
Human nature,
or inborn defects?
Life so peaceful,
heart so empty.

Grew in the circle of protection,
but sought for neverland.

Always,
missing a piece never been told.
Endless desires,
or inborn lust?
Knowing so much,
Answers so less.

The seeking stopped.
Why,
Why still felt something lost?
What was lost?
When and where?
The answer might never be found.
Ah,
wound of heart is so hard to cure.
This defect will follow thee into the tomb.
Farewell,
sorry,
but farewell.