life questioning

As I put pen to paper, my mind wonders off, but my pen writes on
I have pondered at the thought of where my life is at this point in time
and still nothing, silence, bitterness
What does this world have to offer me?
What does destiny got to do with me ?
Am I where I am supposed to be, right now?
Should I keep searching for more?answers
Wait. What is there to search for?
Is this all there is ?
Is this how it is all supposed to end?
aah 'such sweet sorrow" a great man once said
Wait.  A thought just crossed my mind
Maybe this is all there is, this moment, this very moment
There can never be one like this
Will I ever know?

Is there more to me than just a pretty face?
I do not know what I consider life to be
I know that it amazes me, as I try to find myself in time
I am fascinated and yet still wondering
Is this all my life is?
still searching to find what intrigues me
What does my creator have to say about all of this?
Is he watching me and ready to jump to my aide, when I slip
or is he starring from above and wondering when I am going to give up and let him
take charge
Free me from this mind that continously searches