Purpose
A compass,
Swirling in the wind.
Without it, I am lost.
I need a direction,
A Purpose.
A reason to live for.
Without it,
I can go anywhere, be anyone,
Do anything.
And none of it matters.
I need my maps, my purpose,
My compass.
I need a place to go.
I need
A reason to live for.
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