Whispered Wanderings

Don’t try to tell me that there’s no such thing.
You know there is, there simply has to be!
I cannot bear the thought of floating ‘round
without some rhyme or reason for my life.
I need to know that somewhere deep inside,
the reason I’m still here is burning bright:
to light the path by which I’ll find it there.
I’ve lost my way and stumbled in the dark,
too many times before to even count.
I don’t know anything with certainty
except for that; what knowing lives inside
still hides from me! And as I’m growing old,
it matters less that I might never find
the be-all, end-all reason for my life:
I’ll be content to live it from my heart,
and let that be, oh let that be, enough.

klm
5/15/24