Here's a poem I wrote when I was lost. I found among a bunch of papers for a book I attempted to write once, which started when I was in Middle School. Even the title of it is a Zinger.

Life Is a Fruitless Mobius

Lost in the quaint memory is he, the one that must
Bear the pain. Fruitless memories of broken love
And mind shattered of grave labor, to his disdain.
An odessey, the journey of a nomad in search of
Lucrative knowledge. His great pain known
Only to Yahwey his ubiquitous father to whom
Only he might acknowledge. Why does he waste
His youth on the journey to stop for fruitless
Adventures of delving in whimsical Lust?
Opposites repulsed by his words that scoff at
His purity in disgust. Long and treacherous is his
Journey of endless formation. For success is not
A destination but a journey nomadic for the
Consumption of information; adventure forever
Forever encircling, stopping not even for death.
Odessey that surpasses time, crossing where it
Began.

- Isaac D.

You even get a sense of my false view of who belongs to God and who can properly be called His 'child', my distorted view of God the Father, the vanity of my youth, my pursuit of riches and knowledge, my false view of success, my acknowledgement of death as my end, my awareness of my own sinfulness, my longing for some sort of a rest or comfort, my false view of self as good or pure, my brokenness of heart from not being able to find a mate and resorting to lust as a replacement, and the perpetuation of work and toil that I looked forward to as a dismall future for myself. Praise the Lord Jesus Christ that His death, burial, and resurrection was at work to change all of this and give me a lasting joy in walking with Him that changed everything!!! :-)