The purpose

Some unknown fear,
keeps puzzling my mind.
Questions - they appear,
but answers I can't find.

Why things go out of hands?
And how to pull them back?
Where is the one who understands?
and what is the right track?

Every new step that I take,
leads me further into nowhere.
Have I made another mistake?
Maybe - but I don't care.
Within us the truth lies,
and we search it all around.
With us it breaths and dies,
just waiting to be found.

Like a sweet blooming rose,
spreading its fragrance away.
We are all here with a purpose,
and we all have our roles to play.

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