Pausing upon the abstract

Wondering what's within.

Life is a journey we take;

A meaning before we begin.

Let the thoughts know in advance.

That we are part of the whole

And not the beginning or the end,

For the mind has been formed.

Careless in this pursuit, many are.

What is life's purpose, must be instilled,

Or the journey will be for naught.

Much must be pondered and absorbed.

Can I, without purpose, wander  alone?

Seeing only what is before me,

Not adding, but absent of purpose;

This is futility, waiting for me at the end.