Purposefully Purposeless
"What am I doing here?"
"Where do I belong?"
Two questions as familiar as lyrics to my favorite songs.
"Will I ever find myself?"
"Do I have a place?"
Purposefully purposeless - this is a state I cannot escape.
"Does everybody feel this way?"
"Could it just be me?"
If all roads - intertwining; winding - have somewhere to lead,
where would it be
that I finally
find peace.
If all destinations begin with 'A' and then meet 'B',
how would I find my way home
when I started at 'Z'?
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