Searching

I just sit here and think

about this life I live

and the love that I

feel the need to give.

And it makes me stop

and wonder

What's my purpose,

why am I here?

I sometimes feel so

empty,

like a lonely pioneer

who's only going

through the motions,

the circles of life,

and I'm fighting the oceans

of depression without strife.

I feel so self-centered

it doesn't feel right

I want to be good

I'm trying to find light.

Who knows what I'll find

I just have to be me

if I become "good" someday

I guess we'll wait and see.