My purpose is written, yet unknown to me
I struggle to keep my focus
My purpose thirsts for tangibility
If these words could speak
Specific and brief
Still they'd be snarled
At the very mention of me
My mind's too enthralled
With dreams I have drawn
To observe me as a reserve
Not just as a pawn
But when my gift is bestowed
Individuality will expose
My purpose will be set in sight
As my future gets set in stone
Then you'll witness these hands
Build a place for me to stand
Within the Gods and Gremlins
My purpose lies in the coming tides of the holy light
In death I will find something
Something truly divine, lingering in the heavens
A master design, hiding behind curtains
Riding the wave of uncertainty to the shores of validity
My purpose?
It's ambiguity at it's finest
I struggle to keep my focus
My purpose thirsts for tangibility
If these words could speak
Specific and brief
Still they'd be snarled
At the very mention of me
My mind's too enthralled
With dreams I have drawn
To observe me as a reserve
Not just as a pawn
But when my gift is bestowed
Individuality will expose
My purpose will be set in sight
As my future gets set in stone
Then you'll witness these hands
Build a place for me to stand
Within the Gods and Gremlins
My purpose lies in the coming tides of the holy light
In death I will find something
Something truly divine, lingering in the heavens
A master design, hiding behind curtains
Riding the wave of uncertainty to the shores of validity
My purpose?
It's ambiguity at it's finest