writing, raving, ranting.

writing, raving, ranting.
doing all of the things that I think that are important.
I will know the truth some day.
will I ever find happiness,
fulfillment,
understanding against the darkness of time.
I am sure that there is a difference.
I wish to know the truth.
I find myself believing,
that this is just about as good as it gets.
will it be enough?
is it ever enough?
I no longer care,
or wish to understand what will happen next.
the only thing that really matters is the here and now.
the past is fading into the mist,
and the future is about to be seen.
I wish that I had it all,
but there is nothing worse,
then time that has been wasted.