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