Purposefully Purposeless

"What am I doing here?"

"Where do I belong?"

Two questions as familiar as lyrics to my favorite songs.

"Will I ever find myself?"

"Do I have a place?"

Purposefully purposeless - this is a state I cannot escape.

"Does everybody feel this way?"

"Could it just be me?"

If all roads - intertwining; winding - have somewhere to lead,

where would it be

that I finally

find peace.

If all destinations begin with 'A' and then meet 'B',

how would I find my way home

when I started at 'Z'?