To find a place on this earth To leave a mark before you rot To be known To be praised
The purpose
We're all looking for Our weary eyes cry for The thumps of heart crave for Our senses quake for
This purpose
Holding us back While we're trying to find the crack That unlocks the true meaning of our purpose
The purpose
That our elders have told us "Will only come in time" But time is divine and there's only so little of it
Oh The Purpose
Look at what you've done To the poor souls of this earth
Look at what you've done
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ahhhh first post first poem i post to the eyes of many nervous is too plain to describe what im feeling but oh well this poem was written on one of those nights when your thoughts take over and you're left at 1 am scribbling on a piece of paper i dont tend to explain the meaning behind my poems usually because sometimes its obvious but also my poems are for me to know deeply and the readers to wonder mysteriously i dont know why im writing this