Whats it all about?
A question we all ask, no doubt.
Relentlessly searching for meaning,
Infected, with conflicting thoughts, and feelings.
There must be a reason, a purpose to life.
What is mine for me, a house, a child, a wife?
Internal turmoil, confusing decisions,
Expectations, plans and visions.
Days pass to weeks, months and years,
Death pulls closer, increasing distance from birth.
Desperation grows, anxiety follows,
Once childish dreams, now seem so hollow.
Darkness shrouds, like a thick choking mist,
Light dissipates, and i simply exist.
Then an internal voice spoke, and i truly awoke,
and now i really SEE!