Lost, perpetually

I wonder when being lost became my default state

Mindlessly I kept filling up my plate

In the hope that something somewhere would click

And provide me with the fuel and a much-needed kick

To propel me in a single direction where I would find

Purpose that would align with my heart and mind

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My plate seems to be overflowing, but I cannot say

That with a sense of purpose I travel on my way

In multiple directions at the same time I go

Mostly confused, I end up just going with the flow

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I keep waiting for the proverbial sign to be revealed

So that less directionless I would finally feel

My patience is being tested severely, it appears

And precious time is running out, I fear

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Somewhere some day my purpose I shall find

And that discovery shall bring comfort to my wandering mind