Purpose
Is there anything out there for me?
in a world of billions,
what does it take
to do something useful?
to do something great?
i barely even know
who i am
or who i could be.
i have so little experience,
just sitting in this lonely town.
so many opinions i haven’t formed
so many things i don’t understand
too many questions
with answers out of reach
so who am i?
they keep trying to tell me
my entire life’s success
based on my behavior
as an angstful, adolescent slug
so what can i do?
who can i be?
one thing they can’t teach us
is how to be happy.
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