Once, I was full of purpose.
Or thought I was,
Or thoughts made me follow a purpose,
Or was it a thought I liked to follow,
Or was the journey the purpose,
Or the idea of the journey,
Which gave me a purpose.
If I have a purpose,
Do I mean something?
And/or does the purpose give me meaning?
Or the meaning give me purpose?
Perhaps it was someone else’s purpose after all.
Seems like the more purpose I have the less I have,
Perhaps my purpose has been to follow desire,
And that is my purpose,
Or the intention of my purpose?
How can I tell?
By relinquishing my purpose?