Purpose, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

If you have a purpose once found but then it’s lost,
It is an extreme cost,
When you can’t find a purpose in life, 
Negative thoughts fill your once happy mind
And in time,
If a purpose you have not yet found,
You may be bound,
To a place where souls are locked down and consumed in
flames,
This place is for what you did with your worthless life and
now it shows all of your shame,
But should you have wasted it when it was free,
Given to you by God unworthy is thee,
For the life was wasted and unsatisfactory,
Now you can clearly see,
A life without a purpose may seem like dead,
But keeping it and appreciating what’s left is what’s
said,
Instead of getting rid of what you have,
This is unappreciated and sad,
If you keep your life with no purpose,
You still may find paradise,
Why would you roll the dice?

By: Tyler Golden
Posted: 2008-12-15 17:44:49 UTC

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2009-03-31 09:44:44Metamorphoser
very nice..