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