For Whom Do I Live?

For whom do I live?  Is there an end to my pursuit?  
I surely do not live for myself, for every day
I do the things I wish not to do.  
In truth, the purpose for which I live is unclear;
I am alone, in repetition, seeing few.  
For my goal, my aim, my noble claim! –
Was stripped from me and so now I begin anew
Blank and broken; beaten and bruised;
But hopeful that something deeper may still yet find root.