Searching Poem by mack thomas

Everyday I sit, stand, walk, run, talk, and sign.
I still search.
Why I wonder why am I still searching?
I can't seem to find it
I screamed out loud why I wonder?
My heart is telling me look, look, look.
Well I have been searching for 20 years,
I don't seem to find it
The funny thing is that
I want to stop searching.
What I already have does not satisfy me.
My glass is empty, dry, white.
I pour it so much in word I can't explain.
The feeling is not accurate.
Maybe it is because when that I'm needed. I don't feel needed.
It hard to make the feeling simple
When it is in multiple riddles.
It is whenever my feeling tells me when or not.
That's when I am aware.
I really want to quit but I have to keep looking.
It can be true that I am tired but
I must keep looking until sync occurs.
When ill I stop looking?