New Year's Day, and still not home; Wondering through the mire of the soul. It's a tiresome road on which I have sought to roam; Pushing and rushing towards some unobtainable goal. Still give cheer to this day, I am here and still alive; That must mean something in the grand scheme of things. Although I do not live to merely exist and survive; I live for a deeper meaning and the understanding it brings. Find your peace and make your life stand for a purpose; Don't be a leech of hope, but be a noteworthy source.