Tired of it all

From a blessed land I came
A blessed life is all I know
I found something was missing
I was not satisfied

In search of it I went
I fall away into the deserts
And I search again
Everywhere

I walk in the deserts. Searching.
Where is it? What is it?

I get tired of searching
Sometimes I walk on blankly
Then I search again

I could've missed it when I was blank
Maybe I should go back
Search where I missed
But I'm tired

I go back to the blessed land
The desert within me
The mask of the blessed covers me

I'm tired
Tired of searching

Tired of it all