There is a meaning to life.
I know that there is.
I also know that it isn't
just one thing for all people.
How could it be?
Are we not told, a million
times and in a million different
ways, that we are all unique?
Are we not snow flakes, to use
the vernacular.

There is a meaning to life.
I know this more now than
ever before.
I don't know my own.
I'm afraid to, I'm young yet.
There is so much meaning to
be squeezed from this
humble man.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
Always changing.

There is a meaning to life.
I know that it can be hard to
see.
So ****** hard to see.
It is not blinding, it is not
far off.
It is based on drive,
on ambition,
on joy,
on pain,
on you.

There is a meaning to life.
It is made.
Never found.
Stop searching, put down
the maps and the books.
Cast off the chains and the
labels.
Make it.