Why
is it that I’m here at all
What
is the point of me
In
a world of pure insanity
What
is it I’m supposed to be
Searching
for the things so far beyond
What
I have known and seen
Searching
for the things to let me know
What
it’s all supposed to mean
Perhaps
if I could find the perfect answers
That
would finally satisfy my mind
Perhaps
if I could finally get it right
I
would not always feel so blind
Perhaps
if I found the right techniques
Perhaps
the perfect strategy
Perhaps
if I was so much better
Than
it may be possible to be
Perhaps
if I could find the perfect things
For
me to have and also do
Perhaps
the perfect thing to be
That
would satisfy both me and you
Perhaps
if I found the perfect people
With
whom I always loved to be
People
who I could always count on
And
embraced my failings happily
Perhaps
if I could find the perfect place
Where
it was truly safe to be
A
land where I could be accepted
And
people served all selflessly
Is
there any point at all to this
A
search for what seems can never be
Is
this hopeless, endless, pointless, quest
My
lifetime destiny
No
wonder I have sought escape
From
this pure insanity
What
could ever seem more pointless
Than
to seek what cannot be
I
can feel the utter pointlessness
Of
seeking a me that I must find
As
if there is something to become
That
could really live within my mind
I
can feel the utter pointlessness
Of
proving my validity
As
if to be alive requires
Something
for me to try to be
I
can feel the utter pointless
Of
my inauthenticity
As
if being other than myself
Is
something I could truly be
I
can feel the utter pointlessness
Of
judging what I see and feel as wrong
As
if living inside these judgments
Could
be a place where I’d belong
Could
I give up the endless quest
The
search for what I cannot find
Could
I surrender to my soul
Give
up attempts to live inside my mind
Could
I give up being driven
To
live inside a mental sham
Could
I merely use my intellect
As
I express that which I am
Could
I give up everything I’ve known
To
live my life as if I’m free
Could
I accept the person that I’ve been
And
be what I was born to be
Perhaps
I need absolutely nothing
To
be all there is for me to be
Perhaps
there is nothing there to search for
To
be what I was born to be
