sometimes the feeling comes.

I find myself without a purpose

Without passion or direction.

I have no real underlying cause

No motivation to my action.

I have no path open before me-

-all paths are barred or unclear.

There is nothing in particular in the path that's here or there.

So, for now, I have no destiny

of which I am aware.

So I must continue to do my best.

And always have a care.

Perhaps I'll be a nobody--of those fated not for fame.

Perhaps everyone will know me

And ask me to sign my name.

I will continue searching

for a passion, a lifelong task.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll find it

And feel complete at last.