“I search for summer in every corner of september.”

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

When searching for harmony in life one must never forget that in the drama of existence we are ourselves both actors and spectators.

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

I hope that my work will encourage self expression in others and stimulate the search for beauty and creative excitement in the great world around us.

No one in this world, so far as I know – and I have searched the records for years, and employed agents to help me – has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people.

I got my eye on you boy, and when I get my eye on something, it’s like search and destroy.

The noblest search is the search for excellence.

You must act with all energy. Mass searches. Execution for concealing arms.

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind.