I feel like I don’t even know myself.
Everything I thought I wanted is so out of reach.
When you can’t get what you need you begin to doubt yourself.

Life is far too short to let it slip through your fingers.
Regrets over missed opportunities.
Still these images in my mind linger.

Ships passing in the night.
Did it mean anything at all.
Sooner or later they all take flight.

How many hearts have I touched?
Gave more of myself than I should.
Did they just use me for a crutch?

Floating along at the will of the wind.
Searching for that familiar feeling.
I don’t know where to begin.

Lost is the feeling I’ve become accustomed to.
My purpose is missing.
For the first time in my life I’m not sure what to do.

I feel like I’m in a holding pattern just waiting to land.
There is no runway available.
I don’t have an emergency plan.

It always boils down to only time will tell.
So many questions left unanswered.
Even though I knew them all so well.

So many changes I would make.
If I only had a time machine.
All the loves I would never forsake.

Drifting aimlessly through this life.
Satisfaction always just out of reach.
Searching for the thing to end this strife.