Where for art thou?

Where for art thou?

Spirits which keep me going,

Spirits that keep me high,

As I need you so bad right now, not to feel like a dead walking zombie, 

Not to feel like a hopeless jobless loser with no direction of what I will be,

Just to feel alive, just to be who I wanted to be.

Where for art thou?

Youth which makes me both young at heart and soul,

Which gives me either diesel or petrol,

That fuel all the energy in the world.

I couldn't find you anywhere,

Where the heck are you hiding?

Please come back before my arse's exploding.

Where for art thou?

Friends who laugh and giggle together,

Friends who eat junks once the break is over,

Friends who gossip more than housewives,

Friends who secrets they swore with their lives,

Friends who made an amend,

That we will be Best Friends Forever.

Where for art thou?

Love, the subject of affection,

The subject of feelings and emotions.

Where are the fireworks, where are the sparks?

Are you hiding in the dark?

Find your way before it's too late,

Before it grows into a thing called hate.

P/S: Another rough draft of poem from yours truly. There is a deep meaning behind it. *sobs*