What’s Your Purpose? Why you be?
Are you trapped? Or are you free?
In and out is where you are?
Sometimes nearer? Sometimes far?
Broken record played each time?
Nothing changes, not in time?
Worn out efforts do not work
So you angry? So you irk?
What’s the purpose, shrink from all?
You no courage? You no gall?
Run away is your escape?
You’re just playing same old tape.
This goes nowhere, never has,
Broken record, same old jazz.
Time is passing, passing by,
One day you are gonna die.
Make decision, make it now,
To stop passing, passing ball.
Face the music, face it well,
So you don’t end up in hell.
An Original Work / February 28, 2024
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