What do I want out of life?
What do you want?
Why do you bother asking me?
If I had an answer, to that
particular question, would I be here?

I became disatisfied with my life-
just about three years ago-
when I realized I had done
just about everything (I thought)
I was destined to do.

And now, I wander
instead of wonder.
Now, I parade
instead of plan.
Now, I accept
rather than achieve.
Now, I tolerate
instead of try.

At least you relate
when I cry.