Some say,
"Life is a game—just play along."
Others whisper,
"Life is a punishment—just endure it strong."

But I wonder, is there a path ahead,
Where truth itself has left a thread?
A place where doubts dissolve away,
And the soul no longer bears its weight.

My identity is unknown to me
as all the world's secrets
I'm wondering what my purpose is,
what my passion is
And still looking for it
Feeling stuck
Feeling like I don't belong anywhere
Being by myself
fighting with my own thoughts
What the hell is going on?