What am I looking for?

Regretfully
I guess I’ve only got three
simple things to say:
Why me?
Why this now?
Why this way?
With overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
Under a sky that is grey
On sand that is grey
By an ocean that’s grey

What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore