so much time I spent in my
prison of thought tirelessly pursuing to understand life and it's purpose
and out of the blue it hit me
like an angel descending in a glorious stature
a drip from the fountain of knowledge
to quench the thirst of the answers I so long for
that life has no purpose at all
we give life purpose
we craft it in our minds and hearts
as a blacksmith smelts metal
and fashions it to a beauty to be adorned
like carpenters that turn a log to a board
so are we handed life to craft it
gifted with brilliant brains and different abilities
to outline our own graph write our own story
become not what we're meant to be
but what we can be
yet the universe remains a mystery
one which seems the universe shall end
without us grasping a handful of it's meaning
but yet we troubled with the mind of a philosopher
and hand of a poet
we know what isn't known yet
we search and whatever we seek with vast
ambition shall trouble us to the tombstone
the role we play shall kill us
but it's worth living and dying for
©peakynate
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