Purpose Finding Its Way
It was a fine mid noonday
The wind grasps itself against the heat
Finding its way toward destiny
Like a man finding his own way
Success and failures are **** hoes
Trading, its guise from one to another
By transposing throughout the generation
Like a man lost in his lust
In the same way, you are in search of purpose
That or that? Yeah!
It's both This and That
Like the way you lament deep days and dark nights
And you are in search of the past to see the present
But the present is perched next to you
With a fine bestowed gift
Like Samson longed for his love
In the end, only you know,
That Purpose lies in the present,
It might be how you present the contemporary
Like an ant finding its way on time
You say time reveals everything
But it conceals only the past
Nothing more or nothing less
It's all about the magic you witness every day.
Copyright © Its Maniz | Year Posted 2023
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