Drifting

Drifting

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 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 I belong.

I often try too hard I find,

To analyze and guess,

To scrutinize, investigate

My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be

Some meaning to this life,

Some way to make a difference,

Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?

Some agenda to be found?

A greater purpose waiting

If I care to hang 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 the haze,

Just serves to add more questions,

Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just 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 perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder

Than it has to be sometimes,

But will my searching bring to me

My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,

And confused as I feel now,

While questions bring no solitude,

To this, my wrinkled brow.