Destined to what?
What am I to be?
Something unique,
or something unseen?
I wish you could tell,
all the secrets you hide.
I wish you could show,
why I'm alive.
Do I have a perpose,
a reason, a path?
Do I have a fate,
a reason to last?
Should I fight on,
is it worth it I ask.
Will you be there,
for me to unmask?
Do you take any part,
in what I seek?
Can I love you then?
Such make me week.
I had you once,
here at my side,
but I lost you then,
and so I've cried.
If you are not there,
in the future you see,
then its pointless living,
if its not destiny.