| What's My Purpose? |
| As I stand there watching The sun rise in the sky, I think about how it's like The cycle of Life and Death. At the beginning, life first shines in-- And the darkness comes when you die. In between are high points and low-- Sickness and health. But as the sun fades from view And I go to my sheets, "What is my purpose?", I moan. The same thing happens Week after week. Working like a well-oiled machine With no will of my own. I wake up in the morning And I raise my weary head. I trod to work again, Doing the same old thing. As I work, I ask myself, "How do I get ahead?" Because no matter what I seem to do, I can't get off of this swing That we call life. I'm stuck in a rut, Going nowhere, Feeling useless, Wondering why I keep Going when there's nothing left to live for. But I then look at the happiness I bring to my friends and family. And I realize I do have a purpose, I do have a reason to go on and do more. And that purpose? To just be ME. |