The Music Of Life Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

Where are you heading,
where do you go?

What are you searching for?

I really don't know,
but that's OK,
as I'm finding it every day.

It's not a place I'm trying to find,
it is inside,
somewhere in the eyes and mind;
it's the opposite of race,
more like a dance, a touch of grace,
when you ride the wind
through the vastness of time
and space, while your heart beats
and sets the pace.

Where are you heading,
where do you go?

What are you searching for?

I don't know, I don't know,
all I can say,
so far,
it's been a marvelous play.