Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I dream
But most of the time
I think about why…

Why do I breathe?
Where do I belong?
What is my purpose?
Who can I trust?

Why am I still here?
Where am I heading?
What should I do?
Who can help me?

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I dream
But most of the time
I think ….
I think about the world
Analyze its’ problems

Some people think the word is such a great place
And for some people it may truly be
But I look at it and think of how sad it is that they are blind
And hidden from the answers
It saddens me to see them so helpless
The world is a place full of lies and deceit
A place where we are no longer united, no longer one

I think about my life
Is this what I want?
Is this what I want to do?
I question my mere existence
I have no doubt that I will be forgotten
Lost within the complexity of our reality
Lost….

I wander…
No purpose, no reason
Just ambling slowly through my years
Alone and distraught

I know naught of my purpose…
I know naught of my reason…
I know naught of a life full of happiness and love

I remember happiness
I remember love

But I know of greed
Hatred
Shadows…
And darkness…