searching

This morning full of mist
Leaves me confused
To enjoy it, or to be sad
Or to dance to the natures tune
still in my heart lonely as a dune

Searching places again and again
For the final point
Where all hardships end
Where in my final form I descend
Change my form to sand
Amongst all to make my stand

Or just to unite every grain
Maybe mist is a good omen
Start of a good day
But I need to find a place
Just warm enough
Where forever I’ll stay