Searching on My Knees For A Golden Ring In The Trees

There's a golden ring here
Somewhere
I know it
I've never seen it, can't fully picture it
But I need it.

If my eyes are open
(My mind and heart too)
I carry a magnet, but attract only fake gold
I carry a metal detector
But the chances are slim . . .

Only through fate
Can I find my gold ring
At least thats what I tell myself
On good days
(I pretend not to care
On bad days)

**I don't actually know what my golden ring is, but I assume it will come in the shape of a person. I know this poem is crap, but I really mean it all - hopefully I'll figure out a way to say it a little more poetically.