Beware of Purpose

never i asked nor bet still existence's conscience i get the means my head there's only death , don't know or dread through data , facts and reason alone thought i 'll find the seed to be grown family,beauty,country for them , they told found men who fought to bought them but from time to time sold nothing , anything , for everything and more give me youth,mind and forever , i roar years of hide and seek with universe in my grasp the room, last and dark ,i lighted, not a soul to ask bound by journey from one to none beware of purpose as never a real one after deform , sickness , age to dead i sat to shut the sense's door and stabbed the reason red time ,it's chained reason change around none of both is real but illusions it sound ignorance,greed,desire,fear and pride came playing nature's simple but imaginary game they lost , i was about to rise final blow of ego as 'I', called me wise "when trees , rivers , mountains , stars and wide;have to subside oh ego mine, you are not and hence circle of life has no side"