Every creature
Needs a purpose
A sense of direction amidst the storm
To guide it toward the light of knowing
No longer mass without a form
For when the current
proves its strength
It knocks ungrounded to and fro
Uproots them all in deep frustration
Nothing worthwhile left to show
Where can man
Find his peace
A solace that shall not stir
That when the current proves its might
A guiding force still undeterred
The gopher knows
Its path from birth
The bird knows to feed its young
Or risk to lose its fruits of labor
A sparrow's song no longer sung
Only man has
this curse
Of awful prolonged indecision
Where he can wallow to and fro
Never having tamed his vision
Man must find
His true passion
Before the time grows too thin
For with a goal comes fruition
A lasting drive may form within
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