Questioning Purpose

Where am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to see?
In what worth lies all I know?
What am I supposed to show?

My quest for knowledge grows worse and worse
The little I find holds no worth
Boredom pacifies my brain
As time goes on it grows more tame

If fires of inspiration would light my sky
And on their waves I would fly
A dove ripping through my mind
And seeds of thought it will find.