A PURPOSE
Filled life
A purpose
Driven life
Who would have
Guessed that I’d
Turn a new leaf
That I’d seek
Consolation
In the bossom
Of philosophy
To restore the bloom
In the blush of times
Made harder by the grind…
A life filled with art
A life so divine
Is the dream
I wished to never
Wake up from
Walking in galleries
Talking in libraries
Going to operas
Watching the plays
Made by writers
Speaking to me
Directly indirectly…
Teaching me about
The world brought
Forth naive innocent
Untainted by corruption
Moral of these stories
To turn off the original
Version of my self
In my previous life
I’ve been here before
After the fall into salvation
In the nick of the time
Grasping the right motivation
To get up and come
Out of the pit….
Failure has been
A treasure
Now I can tap
Into the feet
That tricked me
Made me lick the floor
In there is my anger
This raging against
The tricksters
Fate destiny chance
As my life story unfolds…
In the folds I get lost
One minute right on track
The next derailed by
Non sense it takes patience
To wait for the right path
To stare at distractions
Like they are nothing
Who would have thought
I’d be a solution
To the same problem me…
Here I am with my diary
Filled with memories
Good and bad ones
Filled with stories
True and fabricated
Written at a time
I truly needed a shoulder
To cry on and the ink
Turned into tears
Draining the poison away
Healing with time it comes
I’m reeling from shock
The hurt no longer hurts
I can smile at the dark
Having chanced on light
The reason for my existence.
PRINCE QUALITY
