Purpose
I just waste away...
Finding myself...
A true purpose...
Because my heart...
Lies with others...
And not myself...
Yet I struggle...
To fulfill...
My desires...
For I want my own needs...
But I do not know...
What those are...
Aside from a vague view...
So I drift...
I am rouge...
With no purpose...
Only a glimpse...
Of what I really desire...
But maybe that is not true...
Either...
I am rouge now...
I am on my own...
And this is who I am...
I am me...
This is my life now...
I have lived many lives before...
And hopefully...
I will live many lives to come.
Copyright © Steve Gezora | Year Posted 2018
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