Purpose

Sitting With my thoughts
wishing sand could turn to gold coins
for one could carve Life from the failing world
undying urge for things we will never truly owe
for With nothing we come and the same way we go
Yet there is this feelings,this wanting to do
this longing, this daring to be.

looking from this view
wishing the end was clear to see
for one to know the steps to take from a crambling dream
unfailing instinct to salvage whatever is left
for With those tiny little drop are the same that make the ocean
Hence that feeling, that wanting to do, 
the desire and inspiration to be.