Aimlessly Wandering
I
have yet to find lifes
purpose,
or a
reason why I'm here.
I have a broken
compass, my direction isn't clear.
North,
South, East
West,
running
through the woods
Every
beginning has an end so be me where I should.
I'm
lost, I'm lost,I see no way,
except
I must get there today.
So
here I am with somewhere to be,
going
in circles climbing the trees.
I
know I have a calling that I just can't seem to find,
Which
direction should I go, I can't make up my mind.
Which
will lead me to that place,
where
lives several a happy face?
I'm
sure that once I get there
some sense will come of this,
Wandering
aimlessly through an abyss.
I'm
late, I'm lost, I should be there,
Instead
I'm stuck in this nowhere.
Sheila Downs 1-7-00
Copyright
©2001 Sheila Downs
Use what
talents you possess:
the
woods would be very silent if no birds sang there
except
those that sang best.