Purpose - Poem by Simon Harris
I wander through thoughts in search of a purpose
In a boundless space and eternal time
I am but a grain of sand in the desert of possibility
or a falter of hope in a child's narrow mind.
Mans thought are simple
White must be found on a grey page
for there lies the answer.
Grey sheds no light
But in white i image a simple universal truth
I need the will to guide myself through grey.
to the light at the end of a ceaseless tunnel
How much time do I have?
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