I scratch the surface Where is the purpose? I call, I scream, I shriek, I yell But it can’t be found, as far as I can tell I am one, the world’s the rest It treats me like an annoying pest I only want one thing I shout To find the purpose-what life’s about It roars back “you silly girl” And is gone like that, in a whirl For all my years I look and look As time creeps upon me, like a crook I’m done, I give up, I can’t search anymore The thought, no purpose, fills my core I howl and scream and behold it returns I say “my soul, my flesh, my being burns” Youth has left me, gone as quick as a fire So will you fulfill my one desire? It laughs, “Too late, you’ve missed the purpose” I scratched the surface