There has to be more out there,
there has to be, don’t you see?
This can’t be all there is to life,
all this daily emotional debris.
We all struggle to make our
lives more than just an existence,
We cry and whimper away yet
offer little in the way of resistance
We want lives to have excitement, lust
and adventure, anything but being futile.
There has to be a purpose to life, we can’t
be just living to be alive – that’s too brutal.
I don’t have the answers,
maybe there are none to give.
But when it is all said and done,
I know for sure I want to live.
Wrote this today after exchanging emails with my sister on the subject. It was a hit on Fanstory but I think it needs a workover yet and maybe a few more stanzas.