I walk the streets as the houses blur past me and the vehicles growl at the ground.

I haven’t found my calling, what I’m meant to achieve with my time on the earth.

I stand in the sand as water kisses my toes, glancing at the sun as it rests for the evening.

I haven’t found where I’m meant to be grounded, the place in which I’m meant to grow.

I sit on my front porch not uttering a sound as I listen to the wind dance with the trees and the crickets as they sing to the moon.

I haven’t figured out the meaning behind it all; how things always keep moving and how the earth keeps spinning despite how much I want it to stop.

I lay in the grass as it tickles my skin and glance at the night clouds playing tag but never quite catching each other.

I haven’t found the peace that everyone utters about, the feeling I’m ’supposed’ to feel as each moment in life passes on to the next.

I stare at the vast night sky breathing in the starlight that gleams down at me.

I haven’t; yet.