I search through days
that have been
hard and try to understand
the many trials that I have known,
the life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind
so confident and strong,
yet when I am alone ,
I question just where do I belong.?
I often try to hard to find
to analyze and guess
to scrutinize, investigate
my life i will confess.
For somewhere deeper
there must be a meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
give a reason for this strife.
Is there a hidden meaning?
some agenda to be found.?
A greater purpose waiting?
if i care to hand 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 that i try
to focus through this haze.
It seems to serve more questions
upon my tired endless gaze.
Perhaps i make it harder
then it has to be sometimes .
But will my searching bring to me
my meaning over time?
or will it leave me restless
as i feel now
While questions bring no solitude
to this my wrinkled brow
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
I search through days
that have been
hard and try to understand
the many trials that I have known,
the life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind
so confident and strong,
yet when I am alone ,
I question just where do I belong.?
I often try to hard to find
to analyze and guess
to scrutinize, investigate
my life i will confess.
For somewhere deeper
there must be a meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
give a reason for this strife.
Is there a hidden meaning?
some agenda to be found.?
A greater purpose waiting?
if i care to hand 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 that i try
to focus through this haze.
It seems to serve more questions
upon my tired endless gaze.
Perhaps i make it harder
then it has to be sometimes .
But will my searching bring to me
my meaning over time?
or will it leave me restless
as i feel now
While questions bring no solitude
to this my wrinkled brow