Purpose
A restless soul wandered a lonely path
with her raggedy doll and a brain fart
she walked aimless and talked wordlessly
she was fervently searching thoughtlessly
she knew not what she sought
but faith she had if she ever saw
so she carried on for twenty years and three
stopping now and then only for a wee
In her search she met an actor, a storyteller and a man of the law
she loved the movies, adored the stories and in law, she was in awe
Alas, they never answered her ever growing questions
thus she pushed on, craving some real action
She went forward and onward
till she was worn out and awkward
finally she perched at the other side of earth
desperate, destitute and near death
crying to her maker for answers
she yelled, "what is my purpose in life my master?'
"Why am I alive?"
"why is my life fraught with so much strife?"
It has been twenty years and three
so I guess nothing comes for free
not even an answer from the grand-master
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