Purpose of Life
Blue steel rims with glimmering spokes,
The cogs in his mind began,
He saw the ideas appear from nowhere,
And grew to understand,
His happy, his joy, his radiant self,
Was not just a goal for the end,
But a feeling to fulfil every single day,
Both alone and then with his friends,
So he threw out what he never wanted,
Sold to him with bright lights,
Colourful views from a buffet of sales,
He stepped to his simple advice,
And now he walks with his head soaring high,
He walks with the happiest smile,
Experiencing all that’s real in this world,
Cradling his inner most child.
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