bro*ken

What if we had
no guidance, no direction, no model
to follow but the media man and the culture gods?
Only television, Internet, music, movies.
I've seen it.
There is an unknown world out there
and I am absolutey afraid.
A world that I occasionally glimpse
out of curiousity, stupidity, or pure accident.
I know I'm different. I am not a part of here,
but from another place, a there.
But it still scares me.
Are we all really lost?
Is it possible there is much less
good that I thought in the world?
What does it all mean?
Why are we like this?
We are broken.
And our brokeness has not been restored.
We are children in grown-up bodies.
All trying to impress each other,
all trying to fill the hole.
All trying to either find the meaning of life,
or disregard it altogether.
My own brokeness lies beneath the surface.
It never goes away.
It just hides underneath.
Waiting for its opportunity.
Its always there.
Only one thing can restore me.
And its the one thing I fear the most.