Destination

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: 
Me
Our world

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