My Story, My Purpose

I wanted to foreknow my future

I communicated and made it known to my master

Waited for so long, I had my own choice, what a beggar

Dreaded over life thorns,

Me and the other boys, what could be the remainder

That was just the first, yet another stanza.

On my own hits and misses,

I felt the pains

Of itch and tiches

Banging me in and out suicide lanes

Nevertheless, I didn’t find my unfeigned aim

All, to me, were the same.

To set another margin

I need your attention

Hither and yon, “I like your exploration” -

The feedback alwayez turned in

Albeit, those were not life-changing.

All the way through the journey, my purpose

I never used the airport

How about the one thing I could alwayez top?

Maybe there’s no enough support

Peradventure; this was also a nucular thought.

My inner me, I’d ask;

“What were you made of?”

However,he never availed my purpose

In the end, I vowed woefully to myself

“Until I’m sent to the trench;

I’m not quitting;the game

For sure, I know won’t stay; the same, with the blame

That’s my name!”

Please don’t worry.

I never meant to put you into suspense;

You had to attend

That’s my story.

- Shakespearson