This heartburn, purpose calls my name, this I cannot explain, it’s a mystery.

From my skin, through my heart, my mind, and my soul.

Nobody ever knows, only me, that voice that speaks within.

I have a dream, to wake up to them, don’t want to be asleep for too long,

Want to get to do some things, despite these fences.

I feel it, I see the little lights blinking in different gazes.

Basking in the sun from dusk till the dawn lays on the horizon.

Stories of old that tell great legendaries, whose courage, passion, and compassion did not die in ages.

Gave in their bodies and souls for a course, because they believed in all they did.

I want to be called one of them, to elude all these negative collisions with steez and ease.

Sometimes I think it’s too much, but is doing too much not better than doing nothing?

I wanna look, and smile at all I have done, with no guilt and regrets.

Peace, fulfillment, and satisfaction, it’s a gift, my treasured blessing.

I want to be happy, that I never gave up, and that all I did meant something.

Even if it’s just to somebody, somewhere, somehow, no matter how little.

I don’t want these dreams to die beneath me, untold, it will crush my whole being.

Give me ink, and a book, to write, and when you read, you will listen to the voice of my heart.

Leaving nothing unsaid, unleashed, and unseen. There’s no life without purpose.

Awaken, these dreams, big dreams in all of my psyche and all that makes me.

Awake their powers and might with a big force and drive.

I want these dreams to stay, and strive, never to stop believing and trying.

To everyone, God gave a gift, “Purpose” engraved in the heart.