With a troubled mind, I wander
the streets aimlessly,
Through my void,
I float along lazily.
I look to find
My own bit of peace.
With the road behind, the road in front,
I follow none but the breeze.
Now, give me a reason,
A purpose for my being,
Here I am, in this world,
But I'm Just barely breathing...
If ever comes a day
Where thou doth need me,
Simply call my name.
For if you're true,
I'm forever with thee...
David N. Degnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-barely-breathing/
