The Fog with Me

I hope it's more uplifting than depressing

Ever so often at night

When I've been by myself the whole day

and my eyes ache for sleep

I ask myself why I'm here

I try to search myself for a purpose

Stalwart and definitive

Something that I can work towards

Something that feels real when I'm foggy

But I don't think its there

If I'm trying to make my life singular

Narrow my vision and focus only on my product

I'll always be blind

Blind to so much of my life

And I'll always be grasping in the dark

with wrinkled fingers

Trying to remind myself of that ever elusive purpose

Always slipping through my fingers

Because that purpose will always be lost

It wasn't meant to be found

It's quite happy alone and wishes it such

And if you stumble upon it

in an ocean of fog

The only thing you can do with it

is torment yourself to follow it's half hearted plan

Whilst you're left a passenger to someone else's will

And you burn your soul alive and your flesh withers in anguish 

So instead of trying to chain myself

and end up the passenger in a journey with no use for me

I'll cast myself into the ocean of fog

and walk on my two feet

Maybe see where life leads me