Always lost and found

Searching through my heart,
things found and lost again.
Can't seem to keep things in.
Once done, again I have to start.
Keep going round in circles.
I can't seem to make headway.
Find new ground; but, never stay-
that would take a hundred miracles.
Somehow, I always feel empty-
whatever I have is never enough.
I see through everyone's bluff.
Why can't we all just be?
I keep on searching,
searching for a perfect remedy.
So we can all live in harmony.
I guess I'll keep on searching,
never stopping for the night.
Hoping that some day,
somewhere, some way,
I'll finally find something right.