Missing

What is missing in my life?

Is it what everyone tells me it is?

Is there a longing in my soul?

If I find it, 

will it change my dull existence into vibrant life?

Will it change the way I hold myself?

Or the way my face refuses to smile

Or how I refuse to speak?

I wonder

Curiouser and curiouser

Will I ever find out,

If instead of existing can I live?