sometimes i think my life has no meaning
its like i’m coasting without effect;
often making me wonder if I truly
deserve all this respect

i search through days that have been hard,
to try to understand,
the many trials that i have known,
in this life that i think i have had.

you see me in my daily grind,
so confident and so strong;
yet when i am alone, i question
just where do i belong?

i often try too hard to find,
what is my place in god’s design
where do I feature in his mystical diary
am i a pauper. a prince or just a waste of time?

for somewhere deeper, there must be
some meaning to this life,
some way to make a difference,
give a reason for this pointless 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,
filtered away from 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,
i only add more questions,
to this never ending maze.

perhaps i'm trying too hard,
to understand it all,
i’m looking at all the wrong places
while the answer i seek is written on the wall.