Searcher

Here I stand, just a man upon the earth.
Wondering through fields pondering what came before birth.

Searching for a reason or an explanation for my being.
Need to understand the physical plane and this empty feeling.

We must be experiencing a miracle with a hard slap of FATE.
Don't really know the truth and a lot was put on the plate.

I'm ready to fly free but not yet ready to die.
Oh why must it be so hard to feel like were alive.

Don't know what i'm chasing, or why it's chasing me.
Why all the attacking and when will it let me be?

No written goal so i"m just drifting in the life.
My purpose isn't work because everyday is a fight.

In this broken stage of shattered dreams.
I will stay sane... whatever that means.