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?