Purpose

The purpose of the well intentioned is to appear to do good
Understand the pain of others and help them out the mud

Kindness is prevalent in the moment yet it is fleeting
People soon realise it’s their own problems they should be greeting

The purpose of the do-gooder, is to appear full of hope

At the same time, they pull you up they strangle you with the rope

Understanding is there when no consequence is around
But where consequence lives is where the selfish are found

The purpose of the lover is to love without condition
Deep in their heart they’re concerned only with their mission

Remorse should be shouting from the mouths filled with guilt
When the finger is pointed it’s towards me their hats will tilt

The purpose of the free is to do as they please without restrictions
Once freedom is mine I will be making some convictions

Redemption did exist until it floated out to the sea
Now it’s on the horizon for my lonely eye to see

The purpose of forgiveness is to make peace and grow in strength
So why am I weakening and everyday feeling tense

Commitment cannot exist in a world overrun with self
Sometimes you must stand to see the view from the shelf

The purpose of writing is to make sense of a jumbled mind
My jumble needs the spirit of a like-minded mind

The physical and the spiritual inhibit a different space
Maybe that is why I cannot find my peaceful place.

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