I look forward to the day I find meaning in my crazy existence
The purpose I’m supposed to serve for instance
Deep down, I hear a calling to touch many
and wonder if I need charisma, if any
I try to find a method in my madness
Without success, I try and try again
I took the road less travelled
the road with no tar, but gravel
My head is heavy with questions
Frustrations are the order of my day
I struggle to find answers
Struggle to find a path in this wilderness
Struggle to find meaning in my crazy existence
Deep down, there’s a story untold
Emotions on hold
waiting to unfold
Meanwhile I stand alone
Figuring the man within
Trying to find method in my madness
Finding “normality” in my schizophrenic existence
Says a rebel to anything deemed normal
The road is hard and long
I sweat, perspire
Through my writtings I hope to inspire
and rehabilitate my inner being from this everday nonsense
My purpose is to touch many, like you.