I sometimes find I'm drifting
through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
to try and understand
the many trials that I've known,
and the life I once had.

You see me now on my daily grind
so confident and strong,
Yet when I'm alone, I question
just where do I belong?

I often try too hard I find
to analyze and guess,
to strutinize and investigate
my life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper there must be
some meaning to this life.
Somehow, I know I made a difference
given a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater person waiting
if I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me
always slightly out of sight,
A hazy vision out of reach
where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
to what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
always fades before my stare.

It semed the harder I tried
to focus through the haze,
It added darker questions
through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps, I'm trying just too hard
to understand it all,
For can we truly every know
what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed
just adds upon the next
But in the end will I find truth,
or will I be perplexed?

Maybe I make it harder
than it has to be sometimes,
will my searching bring to me
my meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
and confused as I feel now?
While questions bring no solitude.
Who Am I?