Hard work is the one thing I have.
It is the one thing that I can give.
The one thing that has made me grow.
It is also the one thing that makes me wonder.
Where is my life going, is this all I have to offer?
I can not see an out from this disaster.
There is no me in this world that I can see.
My life is not complete, and it never will.
The will to thrive is not in my blood stream.
My sense of being I can no longer see.
I am just a vessel that is moving through the blood stream.
I have no direction almost like my heart.