Who Am I?

I sometimes find I'm drifting
through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
worth what I've been blessed.

You see me now on my daily grind,
so confident and strong.
yet when I'm all alone; I question
just where do I belong?

I often try too hard I find,
to analyze and guess;
to scrutinize and investigate
my life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
some meaning to this life.
Some way I know I made a difference
given a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
some agenda to be found?
A greater person waiting
if I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
always slightly out of sight.
A hazy vision our of reach
where darkness hides the light.

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