Is it to strive to be
Mr. Fitness,
to not be worthless
and work this
body into
some shape
that may inspire
some other dude
or attract
feminine views,
with workouts,
supplementation,
proper hydration,
and excellent nutrition?
Should I strive to be
Mr. Perfect?

Is it in the pursuit of
knowledge and wisdom,
constant reading
observing,
and listening
as I work to unravel
all that the world
has to offer,
whilst knowing
no matter what surface
I am showing
by growing such depth
there will still be
an infinity and eternity
of information
that eludes me?

Is it in the creation
of art
where I project
the heart
of all that I have seen
and felt
exposing my entire self
flaws and all
to the world
that does not
seem to care
one flit about
the **** I tout?

Is it in my relations,
how I interact,
how I treat
all whom I meet
striving to be kind
while I struggle to find
the balance that keeps me
from losing my mind?

Or is there no
purpose for me?