Lead the Way

I wrote this about 4 years ago, I stumbled across it when looking through my myspace posts. It's not the best but I think it's interesting to see where my poetry all started. Enjoy

not trying to be selfish
for now is not the time
but who and what was warning
and where and when was I?
Indications far from missing
and publications soon found lost
will i find in what im looking
will i be in what ive lost
is there meaning behind the words i write
is there a future path planned out
is it worth it leaving all behind
a goal not well thought out
a future stands before us and a
past just lies behind.
where will it once soon find me
and will i be counting time?
is there a method to this madness
is there a reason for all the stains
is there a moment this will settle
is there a treatment to ease the pain
i find it hard to state the truth
to find meaning in whats been lost
impossible to feel the difference and
the things that happen most
I wonder why things happen fast
and they never stick around
why todays stories fade with the winds and sky
and the pictures are all that is found
is there a hope for all of humanity
to soon mend the helping hands
is there a secret hidden among us
in the stars and oceans sands
is there a prayer out there to save us
and light a path to find the way
will there be someone out there
someday
to finally lead the way?