I don’t know why I’m here.
I don’t understand the whole….living thing sometimes…..most times.
I keep searching and looking for the ‘answers’ thingee, but I don’t get it….sometimes….most times.
Why am I here?
What purpose have I served?
I mean, I’ve helped make babies, I’ve served the primal genetic drive to procreate, but a frog can do that…..
So what makes me special, what makes me a true contributor to the ‘flux’ of existence?
My mind tells me that I have good things to do….
My heart tells me that my days are numbered.
Am I a cog in the wheel? Is there a wheel?
Does my existence support your reality, the grasp on your own life?
Am I here by myself? Is everyone around me a shadow player on the stage of my life?
Can you see me?
Is it my life? Or your’s?
What am I doing here?
I love music, art, expression of passion in any form, but…. I love this life I seem to be living….I can feel the skin on my face….My hair….my $2 cologne
But I can see…..
It’s so dark when the light is on.
I need a hug…..
Sometimes you need someone to tell you it’s gonna be alright….
I actually believe it sometimes…..
I know it’s gonna be…..okay. But when….?
I love a good hug every now and again.
Just like the next guy……
Do I serve a purpose…?
Have I served a purpose?
Am I a ring in the water….?
Will I….? Can I….? Do anything…….?
Ask whoever’s driving……
There’s map’s everywhere, but I’m lost.
There’s sign’s everywhere, but which road is the good road?
You never know until you’re on it….
And even then….
I can’t breathe….
Why have I danced in a thunderstorm and begged God to kill me?
Why have I dug food from a trash bin and asked him to save me…?
What’s the purpose of my life?
Am I a man?
Why do I love guitar music and not punk?
Why did I choose no socks over flip flops?
Why….Did I do what I did?
Why have I done what has been did?
My 4th grandchild is on the way….
My children hate me…..
It’s just life…..
What a ride….
Scream when it’s scary.