Answers

As the wind blows on this summer afternoon

I sit and contemplate my mere existence

Why am I here? What is my purpose? Why should I care?

At times I feel that I stick out in a crowd,

But others I am like a small ant in a large field.

I need answers.

To some, I am here to get a better understanding of my surroundings; my purpose, helping others.

Some say I care too much; others, not enough.

I need answers.

As the clouds roll across the blue sky, as the wind blows my hair.

I sit and wonder, Is there anyone out there that could give me answers, answers I can believe in, answers that matter?

As I light my last cigarette, I realize the only answers that truly matter are the ones I myself believe.

© Sam Neal