Subtlety of Purpose (poetry)
Subtlety of Purpose
Its twelve o’clock in the night,
Still confused and uncertain what my future might
Am I in the right path?’’
or I am just a side character for someone’s life.
Am I the book that serves knowledge?
Or I am just the glue that binds all the pages
Am I the story’s heroine?
Or I am just the story’s villain?
All the realization came up in my messy head;
Everything matters like a single string of a thread,
Fabricated meticulously,
To be fancied and aid people’s necessity.
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