Purpose Proposal

Today posed the question that I’ve long from hid.

With an answer, others took their bid.

What do I think of purpose; what do I feel of now?

To god, to life, to death and strife, it seems I always take a bow.

But do I believe it; are the dreams dreamt of a life tomorrow

past a life today?Is there a me beyond the white-light flow?

Or am I planned to be a butterfly, high in the soaring sky,

or a whale, depths of water making me pale and cry?

What does tomorrow hold?Does it hold anything?

What does tomorrow hold?Where will the winds of earth take me for a fling?

Ashes to ashes, we all tumble down.

I’ve seen one too many frown upon frown upon frown.

Don’t want to believe that this is the end.

Have I done all that I’ve wanted, have I made the right choices…the right friends?

And to all those that stop for a nothingness past this day,

of life, of worldly matter, of love, I say, “Do it anyway.”