I sit here, lie here, wait here
Staring at a screen, the page of white.
I reach for answers to enscribe
For so many questions I ask in this life
The meaning, it's seeming, is beaming
through the darkness, it's light I behold
still searching for answers, but so cold
wanting to stop, but I must be bold
Do you understand, the task at hand, was not made for man
to do alone?
Yet, I feel I'm on my own,
On the journey to find home.
This quest, at it's best, is a test
of my character, it's being defined
though these pessimistic surges claw at my mind
I know I will make it......I'm just running low on time.
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