These empty streets full of people with empty dreams

No destination in mind just going with the flow of traffic

When will we find our purpose?

We all search for a destination, but we don’t care enough to hit the accelerator.


Everyone has a purpose so what is mine?

Sometimes it feels as if I’m just going with the flow

Someone rescue me before I crash

I long for a destination.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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