Confusion

This feeling in my heart wont quit.
Confusion, seclusion.
Shattered like paint splatters.
The worst mistake that you could possibly make
Is to think that you're alive
When you're really just asleep
In lifes waiting room.
Your destiny line is the hardest to find
But the easiest to change.
Strange, but in my mind you always
Seemed more beautiful. Less complicated, you know,
But I feel like simplicity is something we made up
To keep us going when things are rough.
I speak to you all now with grace, and trust, and
Faith, and you are searching for something in my tangled words for you to relate to.
Something that is not on the market.
But I tell you now that said market is not tangible.
The calling, the thing you yearn for, cannot merely be found.
It must be discovered, you must search your entire life for
This elusive, intangible object.
And in the fraction of a second before death,
In the last shine of light you glimpse through your closing eyes,
You will see what you've been searching for.
Prepare for this moment....for it was your life.