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.