Took me awhile to get inspired. Here's what I came up with:
Haven't found it yet
There are no limits to my disappoint- ment; wishing does not make it so, and trying is frustrated at each joint of an attempted meeting. Even though I am considered good, my attributes are not esteemed by those who I would hope
to take me into their embrace; these fruits of labor never ripen, so I grope for satisfactions, seek to find that place where I am welcomed as I am desired, disrobed, disrupted from the normal face that shines the way my simple life required;
a change, an alteration to the flow is where I wish my hidden life would go.