Painted Skies

I need a reason to live
A purpose for being here -
So I spend my days,
Chasing the sun.
I can see it in the distance,
At the end of the highway,
Where the mountains meet the sky.
But for now, I'm stuck in the storm.
Half the time it feels like I'm hydroplaning through life -
But eventually the clouds break,
The sun peeks through,
I step outside and feel the rain
And sun on my face at the same time.
The painted sky catches my breath,
And then I remember what I forgot -
My reason to live,
My purpose for being here
Is to chase the Son.