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PurposeOn bright and cloudless summer days
When sun burns through smog and haze;
I wander this parched desert land;
Seeking meaning in the dust and sand.
A sign or purpose, a reason to live;
Something I might offer, something I might give.
Yet what skills have I, to offer others,
What talent have I to share with my brothers?
A wandering soul of assorted pieces and bits,
Cobbled together though nothing quite fits.
So I wander these barren, desert lands;
These blistering hot desert sands.
Perhaps one day to find my purpose in life
A reason to brave the struggle and strife.