The Standing Still

The days go in flurry
and the nights are long
I sit here and wonder
Why are all of us in a hurry
Where is it that we want us to belong
What is it that we all crave in hunger

life is slipping through
days are flying past
and I am but standing still
At the still waters of the mid life
I can see the feelings up for a brew
I can see my shadows cast
in the background of a distant hill
I am but this life's wife

Will do what I am supposed to do
Someday I will find a reason of being
Sometime I will be true to my soul
And then bid Adieu
to reach somewhere where lies my ultimate goal!