Our Mission by Max Burchett

by Max Burchett Who’s to say, Which way, What or why, In this life one should try. The imperative seems to me To do something more Than just to get by carefree. Must be more we are here for. Is the purpose to conquer this world? Could be, but I think not, only finds fool’s gold. The quest is perhaps to overcome For things that are yet to come. What I am hoping to find is more Joy in rising above my own fear And being closer to those I hold dear, Perhaps an answer to some prayer. The answer I believe to be, For all great and small, To accomplish, to achieve, For each the grander goal. Yes, that must be the mission of all, To do more than thought possible. For what each is called, perhaps the improbable, To do even what you were told is impossible.