All of my life, I searched for meaning
For someone I could feel like I belong
For a purpose to life, some miracle gleaning
To prove that my being here was not wrong.
I expected to spend my life mostly alone
For surely friends had better places to be
How could I be better than time spent at home?
I always was blind to the attraction of me
Meaning and Purpose are ever-shifting aims
That always change over time as you grow
The hunt is not without it's sorrows and pains
And if you succeed, only you will ever know.
About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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