Purpose of Life
Where?
I do not see the way
I am blind and ambling through an
unknown
World. Life to Death. Is Death
over soon? Is Life
At the end
Of Death?
I don't see it, Blind
As I am.
Where?
By what do I measure my
Success?
Others have It
He found it
Why can't I
My focus is all but gone
I know how to fix it
but lack motivation to be motivated
How do I banish distraction?
I have wealth
And worry
And whittle my days to
Dust
Without seeing shape blossom forth
in any capaciy.
I hope there is but
Hope
Feels empty and fleeting
Distant and unattached.
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