Is it worthless?
Is it worth this
Immense value?
Is it deserving?
Is there truly purposeless?
Or just purpose missed?
You say you go with the wind
Though the wind we can’t predict
We can trace the cause
The why behind the start stop and pause
I’m at a loss
To speculate
My fate
Without purpose
So innate
A feeling
Too appealing
The whys
That lead to wide eyes
White lies turn to wide cries
High tide, my my
But when the purpose to life
Uplifts from strife
Certainty from might
Only strong bring the light?
Or we all can bring it like
Chavez and MLK fights
If they were wrong
I don’t want to be wright



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