Purpose

My poetic attempt to understand the meaning of life.

In the midst of my frailty

I stand amazed of mans stupidity.

 

In the silence of fear and shame,

I stand and play these mind numbing games.

In a world which Satan reigns.

 

In this day of wasted hours,

I stand in the door of selfish bliss.

A world which I have created.

 

So in the midst of this rhyme,

among the lesson of wasted time.

I ask, what purpose does your life serve.