We go through life flying like a kite.
Soaring over it all,
Seeing each and every beautiful sight.

We take it in,
make it stick,
Only to live life to its fullest,
And too soon forget.

But what is it truly about, life?
Are we here to make memories?
Learn a lesson?

Is there anything to know or are we just put down below?
To be a part of the cycle:
Just another body to grow,
Reproduce, then decompose.

Is there a purpose?
Should we make more of it?
Are we to find something?
Or is there something to hide?

If it's found,
Will the answers be clear?
Will they be near?

If it's hidden,
Where will it be?
Is it harmful to me?

Is there a purpose?
Is there one for each person?
Or will we just be another grain of salt?
Buried and unnoticed.

Will we never truly know?
Or must we just go with the flow?

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A/N- I honestly don't like this poem. It's not as good as I want it to be, I feel it's too random and doesn't have a specific topic. The words meander farther and farther away from "Purpose". Sorry this one isn't good, guys. Stay brilliant and thank you all for sticking with me through my ups and downs! I love y'all forever!!