Why are we here?
What is existence for?
Are we meant to love,
or to wage endless war?
Time is apparently precious,
but I’ve been throwing mine away.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.
There has to be something better.
Earth isn’t where I belong.
I thought I’d have it all figured out by now,
but I was severely proven wrong.
My soul is restless.
It hasn’t slept for weeks.
There’s a hole in my heart that’s odd in shape,
and I think You could be what it needs.
So pluck me from my spot
and put me someplace new.
It doesn’t matter where I go
as long as I’m certain You’ll be there too.