I’m just looking for whatever
Makes all of this worth it
All the effort and the pain
The struggle and the fighting
There has to be a reason
To make the suffering make sense
Someone or something is waiting
The pot of gold, the dangling carrot
The light at the end of the tunnel
And all those other clichéd things
We’ve told ourselves for years
They can’t be a collective lie
There’s got to be a destination
This can’t juet be all aimless wandering
Can it?