Hollow Search

There is a desperate search inside,

Yet the master is only along for the ride.

There is no search outside where it should reside,

The sorrow rolls in like waves of a tide.

But still I keep to the hollow search,

I feel as though I am lost oh so lost in the lurch.

I feel empty oh so empty,

Empty like a town full of people.

There is no warmth, Because it feels so cold.

The Hollow Search has grown old.