What is purpose?
Is it a journey or a destination?
How do we know that this is it
Does it require more introspection
Or it's passion.
Is it where we are most comfortable, or not
A need for novelty I hear they say, a chance to it
A world filled with comparisons, and self lost in it
How can we find it in our programmed selfs
Can a mentor lead us to it?
Is it too late to turn it around?
Perhaps we'd rewire and free our minds and
A reason to live, to wake up every day, we'd hope,
what if we let fate make it's choice
Hope the world conspires to help us have it,
What truly qualifies acutely as purpose?
@ggeorge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem