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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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