I often wonder why I was put on this earth.
What is my purpose, I ask myself.
When will I make my mark.

Then I realise Its hard to say anything
Without the muscles in my cheeks
Turning upward into something you
say to be beautiful.  

This is why I exist.

I smile when its not needed.
I smile simply because it makes
you happy.
And I'll keep doing it.
Until I can smile no longer.

A voice once said, Look at the stars
And tell me truthfully, what you see.

I said darkness
and things
We cannot fathom.
Some people say
all the bad things in life
Drift there and are forever held.
Like the stars are pieces of our past.
Isn't that why people look at the stars
thinking of all that has ever wronged them?

No, said the voice
Stars are not the pieces.
But are the reminder that
We choose to linger
We are of the absolute past.
Not seeing through the wrong
that is blocking what is and what is not.