Is this what life is?

Drifting,

Longing,

Wanting.

Is this what life is?

 

I look up and wonder,

As I look at the sky,

My existence is so insignificant,

In this world that I cry.

 

So many strive to find something,

Be it career, love or money,

What I seek to find is:

"What is me?"

 

I somehow seem lost in time and space,

Shroud in the darkness and the fog,

The sunlight never seems able to penetrate,

And I feel cold.

 

So many times-

I tried.

So many times-

I failed.

 

The only thing is to hope and wait,

While I still blunder through my mistakes,

And continue trying and wanting-

Every single day of my life.