What are we searching for?

Life is messy.
Too real.
We want to drift away,
to a place,
a nest of one's own,
a tune on the lips,
spring in every step.
But this too is not real.
The love we need,
We yearn for,
is within us.
The years pass by,
we, never knowing this,
Constantly searching, chasing
Only to find it in us.