Purpose

I am restless day in day out
There doesn’t seem much I can do about
My wandering mind, my disquiet soul
I go about searching for my role
In this world, I am trying to find
Somehow, what is it that I am destined
To contribute to the world around me
What is it that would liberate, set me free
From the tyranny of my restlessness
I’m hungry for answers, I must confess..

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That was me, many moons ago
On the threshold of adulthood, ready to go
After improbable dreams on a limb
Trying to pursue every fancy and whim
Restless was I, but I made progress
In narrow definitions of the term, I tasted success
Life went on, and after a few years
Motherhood blessed me with its rewards and fears
Life’s purpose was partially revealed to me
Through my child I would live my legacy
I was not an inventor or leader who could influence
The world at large, but now it made sense
That regardless of whatever else I could do
I could raise a compassionate, kind person too
I could strive for him to grow up to reflect
The best of me, and improve upon my worst aspects
No matter how my destiny played out, I realized
This was my foremost purpose, my greatest prize
In being a parent, I found the answer that I sought
Bringing me peace and an end to my restless thoughts.