Have truly forgotten why I am here. Was I told to be something? The memory’s there, but not quite clear. I struggle to define my life on the line, but it is over whelmed by fear. I ask the question to all I have known, what do you become after your grown? Is there a place I need to be, is there something I can see? Or is this just another question blown? I look to the books from the first to the last, it lists not my future, and has nothing of my past. The pages all turn, from this mental question burn, that’s searching out a movie’s cast. I look to the Church for guidance of my quest, but it had an answer the same as the rest. "The answer my child is to love and be mild, for this is your one and only true test". I looked to my Father, and asked him the same, and further asked was he to blame? No son, I am not to blame, it is your life that you must clam. The answer is simple, your body the temple, is where you must look to see. Then let the soul find it’s goal, and that is the simple key.
