weary mind

For those who see in between the shadows, for those who fight their own demons. Can you tell me how did we let this happen to our lives? How couldn't we find an easier way to live? Witnessing things we didn't ask to, making us partners in a crime we accidentally passed by, this life.
Watching every movement twice, the minimal growth of a leaf in by sitting six hours in front of it. We are bound to our knowledge. Doubting of everything we're told, too much thinking, too much questioning... will we get to grow old? I guess most of us, in the road wear off. All of our goals and dreams seem to fade off.
I'd like to think there's a place where we may rest our heads without crying ourselves to sleep. A place where we could be at ease...
But this, this purpose that got us in here makes us unable to afford such peace. Or is it that through it we may get the mentioned? I'm told to carry on... I'd like to know for how long.