Every Moves Must Have A Purpose


Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down

at the muddy water

My body froze, my mind  
wandered about life altering

The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch
the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery
An ill feeling came over me:
What the purpose of living?
I saw the younger generation shoving us
Asking us to make room!
Make room
I saw injustice about to happen:
I felt the squeeze

lost for a moment
Numb and ill emotions

Should've I jump
or should I move away from the cliff

"Hiss “whisper the wind."

What you are about to do is a sin.

Who do you think you are Tim Tin?

I felt a sudden tug on my arm

a little voice whispered,
“Satan you’re a liar.

Turn down that heat on the fire,

Unhand me!  
I wouldn’t be dupe by you

I stumble for a moment,
Gasping for breath
as I held my chest

Was I brain-dead or just simply

Mad as hell?
suicidal thoughts

Every move has its purpose
And life is to move on

Thank God I didn’t take that plunge
Every Moves Must Have A Purpose