Purposeless Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing into and out of so many activities, trying
to keep busy, so afraid of idleness and being alone
with themselves.

Instead of relaxing, sitting down watching a tree
grow, letting their minds wander around aimlessly
and daydreaming.

Never really knowing what they are thinking because
they feel they must fill their agendas with things
to keep them busy, making themselves feel important.

As if this is going to give them self-esteem and a
reason for being alive, all of it just taking the
place of creating an interior life.

Building faith and hope to get through their purpose-
less lives would increase their spirituality and give
them direction in their lives.