sometimes find I'm driftingThrough this life without effect;I often wonder if I'm trulyWorth 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 questionJust where I belong.I often try too hard I find,To analyze and guess,To scrutinize, investigateMy life I will confess.For somewhere deeper, there must beSome 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 waitingIf 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 clarityTo what awaits me there,And yet this weak illusionAlways 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 knowJust 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 harderThan it has to be sometimes,But will my searching bring to meMy meaning over time?