Without a purpose

Without a purpose
Without a purpose

Like a dog without a purpose

I run around without a job

I try to find that purpose

But all I find is sob

 

Tired of the stress

Tired of being lonely

Tired of choosing what to dress

And tired of being not more than just – only

 

Half life has already passed

I have achieved nothing

And nothing have I surpassed

 

Time runs at times slowly

At times too fast to grasp

I live my life kind of lowly

And have some moments when I gasp

 

Have not much to say, really

I wish I could help

But all I can do is willy-nilly

Is stop your yelp and ask:

Why aren’t you working?

You are lower than husk!

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Adam Smith

Author: Adam Smith

I like writing, swordplay and learning new languages.

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