Years and years of searching
For who I am and who I want to be.
Traveling, relationships, friendships
Each molding and shaping what is now me
Here I am back where I started
No person or place affecting what I do;
and I find that true joy has come
when I stop searching,
and just am.
I'm not here to convince anyone that I'm happy
I'm not here to find a mate for life
I'm not here to create more people
searching for their purpose in strife
If that was my purpose,
why live it?
To be stuck in an endless cycle?
I'm here because I have purpose.
It's more than love and life.
If I come to the end
with nothing in my arms
but have lived each day with purpose?
Purpose I can't live without.