There must be a greater purpose,
For mans' existence on this earth.
Mere epitaph on marble,
No justice to his worth.
After all these many years,
The secret's still unfound.
Or if ever known by any,
Entombed within the ground.
And many men more brilliant than I,
Have searched with no reprieve,
For the answer to the same question,
For a clear reason to believe.
And will I be laid to rest,
As unfulfilled as they?
Or will I discover purpose
On my departing day?