Does Anyone Know?
Is this the person I am supposed to be?
Is this ultimately my destiny?
I mean does anyone know?
I look at this cavernous crater,
The hole that I feel inside makes me feel like such a traitor.
Most of my days are filled with confusion,
I often wish life came with a demonstration.
If only we knew what was expected of us,
But the goal posts change so much.
I mean does anyone know?
We often are a witness to the constant air of change.
But we still don’t have the answers to questions long since asked for years that have remained.
It appears we haplessly walk through the days,
In a predominant daze.
I on the other hand have my eyes wide open,
Continuously wondering why life is riddled with such idle problems.
I mean does anyone know?
If I compare myself to the world,
I see that we are both immensely disturbed.
Neither one can be shaped to perfection,
We both require further inspection.
Nor can we see what the end has in store,
How can things go on when everything is so burnt and torn.
I mean does anyone know?
© 2012 Alana Bembridge