What is it? What’s the deal?
Something’s wrong, I just don’t get it.
I see you almost every day. I even like you,
But something’s not right, something doesn’t fit.
I think you’re pretty cool, magnetic in your unique way,
Especially when you’re having fun, sharing your infectious laugh.
You wear your smile comfortably, and frequently,
But in that smile, I see a hint of hesitation and uncertainty.
There’s a question there, but you won’t ask it.
It seems you want to, but just won’t risk it.
Even if you had the courage, you don’t quite know what to ask.
You know there’s something important missing—what is it?
Life is full of ups and downs—good times, bad times, all around.
Bad times can be a drag, some so low you want to quit.
But good times are worth the wait, occasionally things are great!
You hang around for the best times, though they lack something.
Never fully satisfied—always longing for something more.
What is it? That empty space that makes us incomplete?
I said “us” because you’re not alone.
We all share that need, even those who aren’t aware of it.
There’s a question we need to answer--don’t you sense it?
What’s the meaning of life? Sort of like that, but not quite.
Who am I, really? Yes, but no. It’s even deeper.
What about God—our creator? I don’t know if that’s it either.
I sense you’re plagued by the same mysterious riddle.
If I knew the answer (or even the question), would you want to hear it?
I’d like to hear your thoughts, if you could be so vulnerable.
But we don’t talk about such things—we just go in silent confusion.
-Roger Deemer, 8 February 2006