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Thursday 24 July, 2008
By  Tumble Weed   22:42 | 13/May/2008 |  2 Comment(s)
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My Purpose..

I sometimes find I'm 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 and understand

The many trials that I have known

In this life that I have.

 

You see me in my daily grind

So confident and strong

Yet when I am alone I question

Just where I belong.

 

I often try too hard

To analyze and deduce

To scrutinize, investigate

My life, this I will confess.

 

For somewhere deep, there must be

Some meaning to this life

Some way to make a difference

Give reason for this strife.

 

Is there some hidden meaning?

Some agenda to be found?

A greater purpose waiting

Do I care to hang around?

 

It teases and it mocks me

Always a little 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

It just adds more questions                  

To 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 passed

Just adds upon the next

But in the end, will I find truth...

Or will I be just as perplexed?

 

Perhaps I make it harder

Than it has to be sometimes

But will this search bring to me

My meaning over time!

 

Will it leave me broken and confused?

While questions bring no solitude

To this wrinkled brow, for they say 

I am just a girlchild waiting to be born!

 

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