I was at the doctors and had an injection,
In between needles I pondered about life,
Of how a needle lived its life in perfection,
It lived it in absolute lack of strife.

I was never more jealous of an inanimate object,
It was perfect for its purpose unlike me,
I was reminded of all the time I was a reject,
And that was when I began to see.

That every rejection just made me closer,
To being the perfect fit for my purpose,
So I discarded the life of a lame poser,
And started brainstorming at first.

What was my real purpose in life?
Then I realised, it was to live without strife.