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Is there purpose left in going on

Is there something yet to find

Uncounted days of rise and fall

Have left me far behind



What is the point in trying to feel

What they tell me I should feel

So long now in the dark I’ve been

It seems that nothing’s real



I often sit and wonder

What it’s really all about

Most times it seems a pointless game

That’s ruled by fear and doubt



Yet other times the visions come

Then everything is clear

But none believe me so I’m left

Alone year after year



And thus I see through wanton eyes

And feel with fleeting heart

But something keeps me pressing on

Start after faltered start



Unto what end have I been born

Deep down inside I know

There’s something I’m suppose to be

Unto that end I’ll go



  …Jeff Bresee