The Purpose

Whenever I think of letting you go
The compelled universe sends a sign

As if I’m destined to wait forever
And my feelings are meant to stay entwined

What agenda does this universe have?
What game is it I am oblivious to?

For you have vowed to alienate yourself
From all desire and passion – a coup

Much enervating is this mere practice
Yet it breathes more life into this carcass

This conflict bears a striking resemblance
To a time of suffering and sheer darkness

But I know, I would have it all with you
And it’s too much risk for the universe

As this would mean it has lost its lover
And so it controls this unending curse

This is then my only presumed purpose
To carry on, with the unrequited

And I will take much pride in this one day
When I own flames, in you, reignited



Life’s unending conflict remains
How long shall I function with it?

The want differs from what seems best
Its outcome remain unknown yet

I have tried to devise a right path
To outdo hindrances and despair

My countless sins put me to shame
Oh, how low could I bow in prayer?

How fortunate would’ve life been
If one found both love and work

So neither one make his work, love
Nor would one make his love, work

Poor am I to divide my attention
Some for love, and some for work

All I fear is; through exhaustion,
I may just stop pursuing this quirk.