Crying inside over man, over country. Disillusioned by the way of it all. Universe grows like a plague, like a flower. No one I know doesn't search for the walls. When I was young I was hope in a bottle. Limited none by the ground or the sky. Water and sun, I would grow and grow. Limited now by the span of my life. What if I was supposed to be A butterfly on the sleeve Of an aging, dying human being? And what if I was supposed to carry The words she spoke to me Past the tallest trees, through the galaxy? I thought my life would have more purpose I thought my day would come to call. I thought my gifts, like constellations, Were clear to all, to all. Minimum wage for the work of the masses. Stealing their chance with their 8 dollar bills. Falling behind under stress and distraction. Never do find what they're born to fulfill. What if I was supposed to be An avalanche down the steep Of an underwater mountain peak? And what if I was supposed to bury Treasure no eyes had seen Since the ship was sunk over lust and greed? I thought my life would have more purpose. I thought my day would come to call. I thought my gifts, like constellations, Were clear to all, to all. I know when I go I won't ask for the meaning. I'll laugh at it all like a big old bear. I'll laugh at myself for the sleepless nights. The purpose I sought was a younger man's care.