The Purpose of Life

The Purpose of Life

People are wild horses 
Whose highest purpose,
Is to be broke
When the Greeks spoke, 
Of hope 
As one of the evil curses
Pandora disperses
When the box is unlocked,
And called it the only evil 
That wasn't stopped and caught,
I could never be certain 
Why hope was worth aversion,
But now I see
And I'll teach you 
How to see too,
The key we'll,
Use to unlock,
The mystery inside of Pandoras Box 
That makes the torment stop,
Will be to,
Understand reap and sow parables And there we will
Grasp just how terrible,
Under planned thoughts  
Left unprepared,
Can be unbearable
And comes at great cost.
If we sow a complaint in the present
And expect it 
To correct the unpleasant, 
Parts of life
We spark the strife
Of reaping more complaints,
Through our divine right,
Ignore saints,
It's kinda like,
We walk into the future while we plant the seeds 
Why can't we see
That the root of thoughts actually,
grows up into the tree we reap
and want to root up 
but practically,
Everything we have and don't want
Is the attack 
That We,
...Stack 

When through the eyes of hope
The prize we rope,
Lies in the lack 
That our mind just groped,
The perspective is broke,
Pause and see why hope,
Is so aptly labeled  
As something evil,
That causes inner upheaval,
The only things that's stable
In life as each moment spent hoping passes 
Is that the glass is,
forced to be half empty 
but then we pretend we,
Are victims of misfortune 
in life never intending 
All that life is sending,
But what's most important, 
Is that all that we want we already have,
Lying dormant.
Reach up and grab 
The right attitude,
Reap up with latitude 
You'd be glad if you'd,
Just cut the bad,
And take a stab,
At being happy with what you had.
....Gratitude.