There will always be that one moment in life
When you will ask yourself those fateful questions,
“What is my purpose, how can I find it”?
But it wasn’t a purpose that I had written down.
It was my feelings that I had blindly written down
But it was not a purpose, for this I longed for.
So I was nothing but determined to search for mine
I was lost in a realm of blank
For a purpose deep down I needed to find
I live my life with purpose and meaning
Yet it’s never enough
It’s never enough for me, for anyone, for all.
Purpose is always a strange one
The purpose of purpose has no purpose
You must however have purpose
Even if your purpose is finding purpose..
Everyone is put on Earth for a purpose
So until I fulfill the purpose I am protected
But what if I have already fulfill my purpose
And am no longer needed….what is keeping me alive?
My good deeds….my faith? Or love….