Manifest

Seeking with emotions washed
What was clear that both my heart and I were lost
That others had what I had not

When doubt reeks in your lonly place
And ineptitude is the hand held splayed
The when and how be your ever fate

As you sail like the Marie Celest
And see just empty treasure chests
From the mist to drift distressed

Cause if you had it so to loose
Would foolishness the temper bruse
I wish I could be in your shoes

Be the couple to love and quarrel's hiss
And make up with a goodnight kiss
Thats the manifest I miss