The meaning of it all...

So long, it seems, the neverending fight
the dream that doesn't die
the fear that it might

Turning and returning
back and forth I go
Am a progressing or regressing?
a constant ebb and flow.

Our lives so intricate, so delicate, so fragile
yet sometimes we weather hurricanes
and sometimes run from our own shadow

is the meaning of it all the little pinpoints of light?
the touching of each other, the making up from fights?
the daily little mysteries that keep our minds engaged?
the feeling there is something more, a destination not a parade?