Marking Time

Sometimes it seems that I'm just marking time,
what my direction is I’m not so sure,
as if I'm stuck, I can't get off the dime,
where I am headed, no more than a blur.
We either forward go or fall behind,
I'm undecided on which way to move,
to be or not to be is on my mind,
but to be who, what do I have to prove?
Time passes by, I'm losing strength to go,
without a reason and without a goal,
what do I know, what's there I need to know?
Too dark the glass, the ennui in my soul.
Before I fall too far into the night,
I reach in prayer to glimpse the only light.

                     -- by Pete Voelz        2/08