The Point of It All?

Life's overhand right--just messing around--NOT the way I feel, well, a small part of me, maybe, but you have to take it to extremes!

 There was a time when I knew exactly where I was going.

I never questioned--I just knew everything worth knowing.

 

But then the walls came down, and my delusion reached it's end.

Now I'm back to being lost, wondering, and guessing again.

 

I'm no longer anchored as the storm seems to rage all around,

set to dash my hopes and dreams to bits, and drag me down.

 

This angry hurricane of turmoil, with it's ill wind raging,

has hit exactly at a time when the daily war I'm waging.

 

It's almost impossible to see the truth of what's important to me,

of what's already happened, and the things that are yet to be.

 

I'm a ship without a rudder in a wind-tossed ocean of tears,

surrounded by uncertainty and guided only by my doubts and fears.