All life has a purpose.
I sit down and wonder about each
But my smile falls; that tells me otherwise.
I wonder what mines is.
Perhaps I would like my purpose to be like a flower.
use for happiness and grief.
Or perhaps a butterfly.
They have significant meaning in everyone's life.
Am I supposed to make my own, or is it given, or is it already decided?
All I know is that I would like a purpose, no matter if it's small or big.
Just a purpose