Wondering

Have I missed out on my purpose,
Concentrating on this bullshit?
Was this my calling,
Or did I miss it?
Where will these answers come from?
Where am I supposed to look?
The more and more I try to figure it out,
The more and more I’m shook!
What is this reality?
Nothing is so simple.
Will I ever leave my mark?
Or am I nothing more than a dimple,
In the face of pain
Of a destiny unrealized?
Will I ever figure it out?
Or will I be wondering
When I die?