I lie awake every night,
Wandering if things are alright,
Does my life have a purpose.
And if I do,
What can it be?
I go through each day,
Wandering where I am,
Is there something I'm missing.
And if there is,
What can it be?
I grow old every year,
Wandering if there is another,
If there is something else,
And if there is,
What can it be?
I do everything that I'm expected,
Wandering if there's anything more,
And if there is,
What can it be?
Life can be confusing,
To say the least.
A person wanders if life is real,
And if there is something different out there.
And if there is,
What can it be?
by Jann Newland
copyright - 2001
