What we give...

What we Give

I seek something,
that isn’t given.
I live life,
but it’s not really livin’.

I go through life,
thinkin’ everythings got its way.
I plunder through,
yet another day.

I’ve wondered where,
my path will go,
I’ve wondered if,
someday I’ll just know..

It doesn’t seem like it,
my heart is just filled with hurt.,
will there be a day,
that I don’t feel like dirt?