Purpose

Scratching the surface of what my purpose is, 

Hopefully the sins of the father never resurfaces, 

Burdened with gifts from life’s expensive purchases,

No time allowed for boring me, i can’t exchange time, there is no extended warranty,

No one warning me of Tomorrow’s unknown sorrows,

There are no instructions to follow, just the dream and its contruction of a definite purpose that follows

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