An astrologer once told me
this this occupation wouldn't be enough for me
I'm beginning to think he was right
this restless feeling bubbles up inside me every couple of days
stirring my soul with questions over and over banging against the walls of my mind
who did I help today?
what have I accomplished?
inevitably this leads to who am I?
what is my purpose?
questions with no answers questions I don't think I will ever solve
I remind myself to just be
take in existence and lie in the beauty of the world
but what if that's not enough
what if I want it all some strange all encompassing desire I can't seem to ever feed or satisfy the torture of my mind