The Purpose

Everyday i have sat and listened to myself think in protest to the words i want to hear.

Everything seems so far away when all has become near.

Thinking that this life would get better with the time.

I may be wrong to tell my self that its all just one big lie.

But than again who am i to say what life is?

Who am i to choose my fate when it is my creator that has control.

My mind may have thoughts and gears to process moods but when you add it all up, its all just to good to be true.

So now i sit here and listen as i think and I remember all of my past with the one i love and beyond that.

It has taken me back so far that some parts i have only just recently brought up.

But then as i come back to reality in the time of Now, I see that life has more to offer than just a missing link of reality.

It is the fate of a rising soul that which has come to terms with his own destiny.

This destiny is the purpose to life so one can have a goal until death.

This goal is love and death. The creator giveth life, and the creator taketh life in return giving and taking love.

I have found my true fate and destiny by creating this wonderful piece of poetry to express the thoughts of a soul's rebirth.

Long live love and death that which brings life into true context.

The Purpose