Purpose

Mounds of sand, nothing alive for miles
Like Atacama, nothing but nothing all surround
Futile, yet the heart chased a thirst
Found an oasis, crawled to it, and breathed its last
With open eyes, peering into that mirage
Like so many of the same it had witnessed and walked to
And all that walk ever did was weaken that thirst bearer
Causing its demise, its fall
A lifeless body, it’s back to the heavens
In death too, staring into the oasis
As if wishing the mirage shall move
And in a way bring life back
For the heart that doomed itself
Foolish it seems, yet the heart could never think
There was a purpose it was made
A purpose it should have learnt to understand
And give up, when it sees so many around
It is to love, break, bleed and die
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this one is to you.. and i hope it is not as pathetic as the rest of what i have written.