Life?

Have you ever been in a the place to full that it appeared so empty, and void of life? Could there truly be such a place that will be shared among those of the lost and hope-forgotten? How come its filled with meaningless actions; or at least actions that appear to be?

For I can remember the countings and the miscountings of such times. Of the times where it seems too lost, hopeless, and to painful to go on. Also with such longing of peace and understanding of the reasonable purpose that drives the young to be so weary at heart, mind and soul.

As the times go on by; with them just increasing the debt, with only the hurt and/or by being the release as words on the page; it just adds up. Is there a true, as well as right way to release all that gets kept up with? Also how are we to determine such rights to be the appropriate ones at said times?

Now as these ponderings go through my numb mind; where do they all go? It seems as if they get organized and filed away to be used or remembered on later. However, when the times come for them to be reckon`d on, they are lost! As if the grave holds them captive, keeping them firm for the owning. So, what is really the point? Is the mind, the brain, actually suppose to be used for such purposes?

Anyhow, for all these quizzical notions; I sincerely pray to find the knowledge, and understanding for me to figure out this thing we call a purpose-filled life.