I sometimes find I am drifting
through this life without effect:
I often wonder if I’m truly
worth what I’ve been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
to try to understand
the many trails that I have known,
the life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
so confident so strong;
yet when I am alone I question
just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find
to analyse and guess
to scrutinize and investigate
my life I will confess.

For somewhat deeper, there must be
some meaning to this life,
someway to make a difference,
give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
if I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me
always slightly out of sight:
a hazy vision out of reach,
where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
to what awaits me there
and yet this weak illusion
always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder I try
to focus through the haze
just serves to add more questions
through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I’m trying too hard,
to understand it all
for can we ever truly know
just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passes
just adds upon the next,
but in the end will I find truth…
or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
than it has to be sometimes
but will my searching bring to me
my meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken
and confused as I feel now,
while questions bring no solitude,
to this, my wrinkled brow…