My Purpose

Open my eyes everyday and I see the same sky.
The same darkness and same light.
I pass every moment as my last.
But why was I put on this world?
I walk the dark streets and gaze at the distant mountain peaks.
Only to see that it holds no meaning to my soul or to my needs.
I can smoke every cigarette and take every pill.
I can fly up to ecstasy every night and come down by morning.
But when it all comes down to it,
Life's empty paths and broken promises only cast regret.
Regret that a soul carries, multiplied and spread over years.
I only hope that I will one day realize my purpose.
Sooner or later, it will all come back to haunt me.

~Ethesham Zafar