The Purpose of my Life

Bleeding wounds
Not of flesh but of soul,
Trying to take everything
In control.
Not knowing where you've come from,
Not knowing where you're going,
A daily misconception,
With that Tea brewing,
You think you know
What it's about?

You're a new sprout,
Even if it's your last day,
You don't know it all,
And if you think you do,
Then understanding is the call.
Life might be the board of chess
But you needn't be the king or the queen
Be the pawn who dies happily
To respect the one has been.

Don't end your journey
With the question haunting you,
"Why you came to this game?"
Just think of the day you'd go,
What you'd feel inside,
Did you do the right right,
Was this the purpose of life?
And if you had brought smiles
On faces of all kinds,
You'd say it with pride,
This was the purpose of my life.