Drifting
I sometimes find I'm drifting through life with no impress
I often wonder if I'm truly worth what I've been blessed
I search through days that have been hard and sad
To try to understand the many downs that I’ve had
Those around see me as confident and strong
Yet when I am alone I question just where I belong
I often try too hard to analyse and to guess
To scrutinise and understand my life’s quests
For somewhere deeper there must be some meaning to this life
Some way to make a difference and 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 taunts me and always stays out of sight
A hazy vision out of reach where darkness hides the light
It seems the harder that I try to focus through the haze
It adds more questions through my endless tired gaze
Perhaps I'm trying just too hard to understand it all
For we can never truly know what we have in store
Rather than watch my life drift by and lament the past
I should perhaps just enjoy and live each day as my last
I sometimes find I'm drifting through life with no impress
I often wonder if I'm truly worth what I've been blessed
I search through days that have been hard and sad
To try to understand the many downs that I’ve had
Those around see me as confident and strong
Yet when I am alone I question just where I belong
I often try too hard to analyse and to guess
To scrutinise and understand my life’s quests
For somewhere deeper there must be some meaning to this life
Some way to make a difference and 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 taunts me and always stays out of sight
A hazy vision out of reach where darkness hides the light
It seems the harder that I try to focus through the haze
It adds more questions through my endless tired gaze
Perhaps I'm trying just too hard to understand it all
For we can never truly know what we have in store
Rather than watch my life drift by and lament the past
I should perhaps just enjoy and live each day as my last
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