Dreams
Oh how difficult it is to find purpose
Longing for the day I find mines
The truth of all this wandering
I can't seem to find my own
Own way of life, own way of knowing
Of the times that make me happy
I am aging in every minute
But the songs just won't produce
I am building a life of lostness
Of finding a source in this mystery we call life
Others seem to have find it so easily
Yet their journey isn't unfolded
Oh how I envy these people
where they've gone where I want to go
And I am seeking to find that place
where I can finally say "I made it!"
Oh how it is difficult to see the path
But I am trying and I am finding
That this road is hard for anyone
I can't be the only one!
I am yet to finding my calling
So I can say that I have tried
With this dream that may
Someday
Be Reality.
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