What is it?

What is it that I long ever so badly?
What is it that I forget,hardly?
What is it that clouds my sight?
And yet it feels just right.

What is it that eludes my wit?
What is it that doesn't fit?
What is it that keeps me wondering?
A lot of pondering.

What is it that i can't find how much ever i search?
What is it that sits high above on its perch?
What is it that keeps me haunting?
Like a dear friend taunting.

It is a dream that causes distress.
Oh that cruel mistress.
It is a wish unfulfilled.
Deep down to my heart drilled.

Now I have the epiphany.
It is life indeed!
Like just in many.