Where am I going?

Where am I going?
In this life, do I have a purpose?
Is there a reason that I take each step,
breathe this fresh air,
live- every moment?

Where am I going?
I fall asleep and listen to the train,
the trees, and mountains and stars rushing past.
I have no idea anymore.

I loved you, and I love you.
I hate you, and I've hated you.
But you are mine, as much as I am yours.
My soul.

Where am I going?
In this dreary day full of rain,
I feel my heart falling,
the closer I come to finding heaven.

There is no heaven, there is no hell.
There is only this earth and all its glory.
It's mountains and oceans,
valleys and the hidden dreams of our hearts.

Where am I going?
I am finding my way in this life,
my way to the heart of everything...
my place in this universe.