In the house of the Lord,
I pray to seek.....

To learn about love,
and how to help the weak.....

Some say I'm anointed,
for the mind a have.....

I have direction from God,
to get what I have....

It's not always about money....
It's the respect I have....

Not just for myself,
but for the ones in my path....

This poem I write,
I dont know why.....

I'm sitting in church,
absorbing the word.....

You **** in air to keep your lungs inflating
tied to ancient choices when you gave up gills
and you cannot remember that far history
but you know the ocean can be beautiful
and you know she longs to take you back.

I guess its funny that I'm here
chest beating deep breathing
year after year after year

It's purpose they tell you
If you find yours then run
so good for you good for you

What about us?

Where is my calling?

Doomed to drift.

To seek.

What are we to do?

If I never become 'anything' am I purposeless?

Is my purpose to be purposeless?

If that is purpose am I purposeless still?

Therefore abandoning my purpose?