Drifting

Drifting (in part) by Kit McCallum

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
                                             Always slightly out of sight;
                                             A hazy vision out of reach,
                                            Where darkness hides the light.