My purpose for life

The heavy weight of interpretation
Of existence on my shoulders.
The bitter taste of unsaid words on my tongue
I have 2 spit.
On my dependence emotions sit

I do not search for understanding
But for recognition
Of this mysterious creation,
Of suppressed emotions
And all those in the hands of ignorance,
And All those in the ownership of existence

I search for knowledge
And awareness
Of beauty and harmony,
Disaster and destruction,
The causes and sources
Of activity in this magnificent creativity

I do not write for change
But for the realization of the reasons for transformation
This vital information

My job is life
My unemployment is death
My earning is living
This is my purpose for life.