Meaning

Was it me who gave it meaning?
Or was it you...
Words are but sounds,
Letters but markings on the wall,
Poems are but song,
But not for everyone.
And again, into the darkness,
This time as light and not a prisoner,
But what do I get across,
Is my light really what they need?
Hurt, makes you frightened
Hope, makes you desperate
And that one goal you've ran to all your life
Is not there anymore.

Life is to find meaning.
But maybe it was better left unfound.