Lost

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2:39am

I often times wonder why I am here, what purpose do I serve?
Every time I think I know why, life throws me in another curve.
My quest to find meaning had been met with much resistance.
And it is times like this I questions my very existence.
I wish there was a way, a person, or force to direct me.
In any shape or form, just one to help me see.
When the winds of change blow, I seem to be the only one to resist.
The pattern has been with me my whole life, and yet still seems to persist.
I must be some sort of outcast, the one who will not conform.
At least that's what they tell me, that I'm not quite uniform.