Searching in the Dark

With the drapes pulled tight,
and the door securely locked,
frantically I search the house,
looking for my socks.

Was that all I needed?
Is this all I want?
There was something else,
wasn't there?
I guess I don't know what.

The lights are dim,
the music's low,
and now,
so is my heart.

What am I searching for?
I think I used to know.
Climbing sideways up the mountain
is the hardest part.