So what is the point of living
Do I need to have an answer today
The hopelessness my soul is gripping
I want to run, but am forced to stay
The truth is a matter of opinion
What's right depends on where you are
Different folks have different ambitions
Materialistic, Religious, being a Star
I'm failing in my cultures game
Feel alone when there's people all around
The white picket fence, the family name
My idealism's are tumbling to the ground
I know my perspective is lacking
Muddle through for another day
My body feels like it's cracking
Under pressure to conform a certain way
I'm ashamed of my current state
Embarrassed by my needy condition
Pretend I'm optimistic of my fate
Inside plays my negative rendition
Can I live not knowing my purpose
Will it ever be revealed to me
Direction unknown from dawn to dust
Until I believe in me
My lifes' path is like a tangled string
Worthwhile bits with lots of waste
They say happiness is for our own choosing
There's only one person I need to face
It's time to adjust my space
Stop living life as a reaction
I need to find my inner place
Which is not subject to major distractions
Copyright Kathryn Jean November 4th, 2005