Bigger then me

Consulting every book in the house
I was looking for answers not easily seen
Swirling conflict does over take me
Modern life of what does it mean?

No solace can I find in words of well wishers
On a journey solitary to a great extent
Rambling, off target, or self-serving
As if others can do no more then vent

For as immortal truths go
Another dandy has found it's place in my head
That the wisdom and comfort I look for
Requires a different viewpoint, even one that I dread

For it easy when we administered to others
Pointing out harsh realities
But targeted to ourselves
Sometimes narrow the things be believe

Perhaps reflecting negative analysis
Dictates that come from outside
Still confronted by the ever present truth
From our inner turmoil so hard to hide