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Wherein lies purpose when enveloped

In a void of no motivated existence?

For at this time I lie in the question 

That I had so much time to answer,

But never did. 

And so life has rushed to the point I didn't want it. 

The world has caught me at my knees. 

Wanted by none as more than a fleeting meeting

Of words and laughs. Not ideas or teachings. 

And so I'm in lieu of a label or idea

With which to satiate my ragged mind

As to where it will be taken

In the coming time I do not wish to see. 

And so I drift with days as shapeless as the last.

So void of articulated purpose. 

For this eternity I am facing concurrently

With the life I was hoping to be living by now,

Allows for all the thoughts of grandiose

But no steps of direction.