The clock is ticking,
The time is running,
You are moving still
The road is winding
The mountains turning
The sun is setting,
But you are lost
Not knowing where you belong
You seek the lost ark, but nothing is there
You turn to the sky, but all the clouds flee
Now alone, lost, and confused
Your body is aching
Desiring the feel of belonging
You find the touch,
The touch of belonging
You have found yourself
From the spirits
You have found the place
The place you have wanted to be

kevin hansen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belonging-6/