Drifting through this total confusion,
In search of something to hold on to,
some identity.
I wonder:
Is this real or just an illusion?
Is it temporary or for infinity?
I travel in search of a destination
Without a clue about my future situation.
When will I know what life holds for me?
Who will I love?
Where will I be?
The answers someday will be mine.
My future is waiting for me,
Somewhere in time.







