Purpose
Big questions arose around the age of six
This life was broken, in need of a fix
Who am I, why am hear
Anxious, in constant fear
The answer was never clearer
As the day i looked in the mirror
Its up to us to give it all meaning
Giving it all purpose, just by dreaming
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