I ws sittn up l8 at nite, spozd 2 do hw 4 awhile,,,,,,,,,,suddeuly out comes d spiral pad n off i go on a wild-ass poetic journey.......................itz a wierd poem abt d thotz n state of mind of d 1st guy in earth.....Or today,an intellectual,,,lost,perhaps,intoxicated and illusioned....so here goes..............
PURPOSE
Dont know where im goin,
Dont know where im from.
Dont know who i am,
What am i doing here????
Why am i????
Inept, Indefinite, Insecure????
Afraid????????
The question of my existence,
Has long pondered my mind.
It is an innocence indeed,,
an inept one..........
But my conscience,
Seemingly inert at first,
Urges me,
To live on,
To exist.
What drives me on????
A definite answer,,,,,maybe,
But,is it the way it was,,
Meant to be????????
Or is it a search,
For the truth????????
Why????
How????
I am driven,
In this cycle,
By this inertia,
To go on,
To live on,
To exist.
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