GSA Poem: Why?

So at the GSA meeting, which ended literally 5 minutes ago, we had to write a poem. Anything and everything was allowed. So for some reason the following poem came to mind. However, I don't know why this came to mind? Do I have some depth in my body that wrote this and not me? Because it doesn't sound like anything I would write.


I search and wander.
     Floating along.
          Flying along.
               Dreaming along.

I keep going. Finding a place.
Searching for something.
Something.

I search and wander.
     Floating along.
          Flying along.
               Dreaming along.

Love. It's out there.
Finding its place. Everyday.
No longer searching.

I search and wander.
     Floating along.
          Flying along.
               Dreaming along.

The want. The love. The flight. The dream.