Nothing to Do with Me

 The world runs past me,
Eager to get to its next destination
Its hopes and dreams have nothing to do with me
It claims.

The world runs past me,
Searching for a purpose, 
Searching for a reason to be
It says.

The world runs
Until it screeches to a stop,
Halted by a barrier it can't overcome.
"Can you help me?" 
It says.
"Can anyone see where I need to go?" 
It's nothing to do with me,
And I don't know the answer.
So what am I supposed to do?

The world ran past me,
Eager to reach the future,
A place that I cannot go.
The future has nothing to do with me,
Or so I thought.
Now I'm searching for a purpose,
Searching for a reason to be,
But how will I go beyond the barrier
The world has put in front of me?