QUESTIONS

Everything has a purpose; every person a mission.



Why am I here? What purpose do I serve?



Am I able to make a difference that aids a single soul?



I'm seeking to find answers, searching for the truth.



Will my goal be achieved, journey be conclusive?



I feel I'm going nowhere, getting nothing done.



Mired in the depths of depression, I find myself constrained.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written May 13, 2002

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