unrest

My running is not
getting me there.
What is it I'm running from?
What chases me from dawn
to dusk?
What makes my heart long for
Peace?
How can I rid this aching?
Where can I find rest?
Surely not in this
darknes.
Oh where can I be free?
Maybe this is all a dream,
from which I will awaken.
Will these clouds
ever clear,
for me to see what is ahead?
Will I ever be without confusion?
Will life ever be the way it was,
without unrest?