If we are destined to be
Why all this conflict in our minds?
Why have the great minds of our time
And the times before us
What is their purpose?
What is my purpose?
Is it to create?
Even though it evaporates into nothingness
I hope it gets recognized
Even more so heard
That it will help
Change the tides on this earth
There is some hope still left in me
Maybe it should die for me to get the best of me?