Purpose

Dear Purpose,

I am searching for you.

Day by day I walk by my mirror.

Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.

Day by day life gets more monotonous.

Grey becomes my norm, but I believe you could be that splash of color.

I write, I read, I study, I watch.

I party, I sleep, I eat, and repeat.

What am I working towards?

What is all this for?

Undoubtedly lost in my thoughts and I will never tell people where to come find me.

Everyday people ask me what do you like to do?

What do you want to be?

I want to be peaceful, happy, and free.

Whatever that looks like, whatever it takes.

I DO know I don't want my one life to be labeled a mistake.

May the good Lord never regret making this body my vessel.

The moment I do find you I hope you help me to spark the mind of someone else just as special.

Purpose, purpose, purpose, purpose.

I repeat your name a million times in my head.

Hoping the answer is in your name, back into my own mental space I step again.

My primary emotion is always so chill and nonchalant.

The day I can finally claim you, my happiness will be something that can never be forgot.

Yours Truly,

April

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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