Only You

Sweet lilacs grow,
Perfume the air,
And in the morning's dew,
Sing songs you know,
And travel where,
Your Love seeks only you.

Meaning

I'm feeling pretty purposeless today. How do so many people cope with lack of direction and a sense of meaninglessness in their lives? The postmodern society we live in allows the ultimate freedom of expression and creativity, but does so at the expense of clarity of purpose. People question why religious fundamentalism is so popular today, and that, to me, is the answer. It's a genuine comfort to have a unified, clear purpose, even if the ends of that purpose are not justifiable.

Since I refuse to entertain that option, I have thus far been doomed to wander between interests, paralyzed by so many possible viewpoints and options for action. There are so many theories, causes, beliefs and opinions available to me, I have become numb to my own internal compass. I can't tell what's right or wrong in most cases. Hell, I can't even tell the difference between pleasure and pain sometimes. What do I like? What do I want? What makes me happy? What SHOULD I like, want, be happy with? Does anyone care?