Figuring out why we are on earth, in this life, at this time,
A question, that often enters, my mind.
So much energy, in the air, a lot of interference, everyday
It's hard to discover, in your own way.
One of the best feelings, so far during my time'
Is making someone happy, and at peace in their mind.
We are not living, our life this time, on this planet,
Just to work, and play, there is a purpose inside each of each of us,
Why we stopped here, for our stay.
Tom Maxwell copyright 11/16/2004 A.D.
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