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.
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