A Purpose Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Day after day I slog away,
For the things in life,
In which I never have a say.

Follow the rules and,
Desperate to find,
How to earn cash and kind.

Dejected, I try to wade past,
All the things in the past,
Getting a positive thought at last.

Maybe I have found,
What everyone yearns for,
Something great and profound…

Maybe a dream, an ambition,
My ultimate vocation,
The penultimate expedition…

Trying to find a stratagem,
Running on fumes of life's hem,
To achieve and show all of ‘em,

The dream that the life will give,
To pursue it and, realize that if,
You cease to dream, you cease to live.