March For Meaning

I am a pen made without ink Life is the paper that comes with me I am a bird born without wings Life is the sky that was made for me I am a piano built without keys Life is the melody created for me I am a wave among the sea Pushing you away, then drawing you towards me I am a rose in a bush Curiosity lures you in, but when you touch, away you push I am a star in the night sky Lighting up the world, yet blinding to the eye I am made for the night, yet I live in the day Born for the sea, but the land is where I play I should stay in one home, but throughout my mind I roam I have many friends, yet here I stand alone In this search for purpose, this march for meaning Who you want to be may not be what you need Today’s ideas won’t be tomorrow’s thinking So look inside your heart, see what your soul’s thoughts mean And then, my friend, you’ll know who you’re meant to be The hardest part is accepting it.