I look outside and see my life passing by tell me, what's my purpose in life? please don't lie is it to wake people up about the all-seeing eye or to ask questions all the time?
writing poetry isn't bringing me anywhere I'm aware that isn't its purpose but where do I go from here? do I try new things over and over or go next and disappear?
I started writing poems about a month ago its gotta bring me somewhere but what do I know.
Created by me on November 21st, 2019 Even after all this time, I still haven't figured it out. I still have like 60 or so more years to figure it all out though, right? ... right? lol. I'm sure its right in my face, like most things in life.