Purpose

The universe and its matrices,
A marvel feat of creation,
It is never short of vexes,
One simply need to find a vocation.

I’ve gone places in my youth,
Been both a shrewd being and a fool,
I’ve met people whom are uncouth,
But they drive cars that makes me drool.

I’m attracted to the unattainable,
Being drawn by intimidation,
Trying to piece together the unsolvable,
Stumble and setbacks by inevitable frustration.

I’m weary of the unfathomable,
Anxiously endure the wily and shady,
Resigning to my fate is not acceptable,
Never before find myself so needy.

I recently came across a pristine rose,
And for a moment I wanted to believe,
That there is a purpose in life I suppose,
Even if it seems impossible to achieve.

I have seen much and I have grown,
Time to mend my hurt and set out to atone,
Yet I wish I have someone to call my own,
No one should be cast down and alone.

I live a life that keeps me on my toes,
Knows not what lies ahead in this journey,
Guess I’ll have to see how far it goes,
In the mean time I could really enjoy a turkey.