Contemplation

I often sit and wonder, What I’m going to do with my life, No matter how hard I try, It always ends in strife. What do you love? What do you hate? All I want to do, Is leave it up to fate. Everyone around me seems to know, Is there something wrong with me? Can there be a reason why, I just can’t seem to see? So I patiently wait, For some type of sign. Always wondering, Am I just blind? One of these days, I will have my time, Everything will be alright, And I’ll be just fine.