Whatta to do

What am I doing with my life
Waiting for something to decide
What is there for me to strive
When will the tears no longer be denied
Do you remember feeling so bright
So naive, so content, so alive?
 
What am I doing with my life  
Searching, hoping for that drive
Fighting, waiting to test out that knife
When will help finally arrive
When the lake has at last dried
Or when there is nothing left to define?
 
What am I doing with my life
When will the ideations divide
How will I figure my purposed design
Do I need to beg to the devine
And hope they do not decline
The wish to have a future in sight?