Purpose In/Of Life?
In the deepest core of our unhappiness
In the longest journey of restlessness
In the stern decision of penance
Do you feel?
We have a purpose to deal
This lies inside us, so deepen but so vague
We observe facts, make opinion and taboo
We distinct between deep and shallow
Our purpose lights the path, which we follow
In meeting our purpose, we break chains
Wear new ones; build homes, leaving old dens
Search mystery, leaving behind inspiring history
Narrowing the gap of virtual and reality
Whenever in my conscience, I see
The question really haunts me
Do we drive ourselves for purpose
Or it is the purpose, which drive us?
*Dear Readers! It is somewhat philosophical and abstract. Please feel free to comment, criticize and raise questions.