Purpose

What am I but the flesh that wraps my bones

The eyes in my head, that see only what its pointed at

The feet that carry me to the places I’m told to go

What is it I am here for

Here, the places that my lungs have breathed

The air that my tongue has tasted

The soil that my skin has touched

Why do they listen to my

Feet oh why won’t you leave me

My skin, it crawls with fathomless boundaries

Oh these bones they break

On the gold brick road

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