New Year's Day, and I'm still seeking home; Pushing and rushing towards some unobtainable goal. It's a tiresome road on which I have sought to roam; Wondering through the mire of the soul. I do not seek to live merely to exist and survive; That should matter in the grand scheme of things. Still give cheer to this day, I am here and still alive; Striving for a deeper meaning, and the knowledge it brings. Do not be a leech of hope; be a noteworthy source. Find your peace, and fill your life with a purpose.