What hidden secret must I now uncover
If I would be who I was meant to be?
What is the prophecy I must discover,
The deeper meaning of my being me?
There must be more to living than, so far,
The world has shown me, and so I assume
That there are things, I know not what they are
That will depend on me to meet their doom.
What purpose have I? There must be a sign
To indicate my worth and my direction.
What is the destiny that should be mine?
What fate designs the course of my correction?
Or is it simply that I yearn for more
But there is nothing in what I yearn for?
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