Meaning of my time
I often feel like I’m drifting
With this world and its effects.
And I truly wonder
Was I really blessed?
I struggle through days of hard
Desperately trying to understand
The many trials I’ve been through
Of this life I’ve had
Often I go through this daily grind
Trying to be confident and strong
But I feel isolated and alone
Understanding where I belong.
It’s often so hard to find
Just to think and guess
Searching to investigate
This life I will confess.
Somewhere deeper there must be
A meaning to my life.
Searching to make a difference
To stop all this strife.
I feel there is a meaning
Hidden to be found.
A greater being waiting.
I care not to hang around.
It forever taunts me
That it’s out of sight.
Misty, foggy and out of reach
The darkness hides the light.
I visualise a clearer picture
To what’s waiting for me there.
Is it just an illusion,
That great wide open air?
Maybe I’m just trying too hard
To make sense of it all.
Will I truly ever know
If I’m heading for a fall?
Each day that has passed
Gets harder every day.
I wonder if it’s just me
And is there any end?
Will it leave those broken
That would be left behind?
Searching their souls over
The meaning of my time.
By Nigel