There are many places to go and see,
and many things I could soon be.
There are an awful lot of choices near,
an awful lot of things to fear.

Which do I choose to get it right?
Does every path end in a fight?

Perhaps there is no truly perfect way?
No one place where my treasures lay?
Perhaps I must flow with the gentle breeze,
to find my way among the trees?

Life will carry me where it may,
I'll live to see another day.

We used to work for what we need
But now we toil with thoughts of greed
Limitless hunger makes work tough
Because you'll never have enough

True wealth comes from a different place
A source of emotion and grace
Don't let your heart be ruled by want
And resist desires endless taunt

Does the universe hold a home for me?
A special thing for me to be?
A throne of gold?
Or a burden to hold?
Perhaps I must make my own place,
From scraps of hope and sprinkles of grace?

While I stand alone
A haunting silence runs free.
Where my friends once stood,
Empty footprints surround me.

The darkness and I
Are becoming quite the pair.
I'll wake up today,
But tomorrow will I dare?

Why do we breathe?
             to pose the question.
Why do we live?
             to give it an answer.
Why are we here?
             to discover our purpose.