I’m not out on a search, so I have yet to find. 
As the saying goes, “not all who wander are lost.”

I seem to be awfully good at cutting ties until I’m left with loose ends. 
Until I’ve wired my mind to accept I’m okay regardless. Although I’m left with one less. 
I’ve lowered the bar of expectations but in contrast, heightened the bar of satisfaction.
I can’t seem to settle. Don’t slow me down. 
Hold me down.

Call me lazy,
But all good things come to those who wait.