A show of emotions,
I feel I have just begun.
I look at this world,
I see how my life runs
And I take my place
As if nothing I did truly matters.
For when I speak my mind
Or write my words
Nothing stays to keep it satisfied
And my life runs empty
As my soul is condemned,
I hold secrets which will never surface.
This life I live has a purpose,
Or at least that is what I wish to believe
For if not for that belief
What do I live for?
Why am I in this world,
To think thoughts of meaning
And ponder my actions?
And even if my life is only for one,
That one meaning is reason enough
For one's life to be everything
Is everything to the one whom it's for