Purpose

 

 

We are born, the embodiment of all,

The potential of all knowledge, all-knowing,

Outside the world of mankind we are perfect,

Creation in it’s perfection.

 

Our image of life, perversion,

Bending, tainting our gift,

Limited we go on,

Fit the mold, become as you are, planned.

 

Original thought, goes against the grain,

A piece of us given for the sake of all,

Part of us sacrificed for humanity,

We gladly give of ourselves.

 

Fools suffer a life too long as measured,

The ONE waiting for the gift given to all,

A candle struggling for light,

As we give and move on.

 

Stoic.

 

 

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