Following Purposes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is a beacon to follow your purpose, be true to
yourself, help others and become what you must.
Delivering finality to an endless universe within
yourself.
Compiling data, knowledge, wisdom, that will one day
never be used.
What is the convergence of energy hiding interiorly
while we search constantly for it's meaning?
Characterizing daily lives with sublime energy, never
really knowing to what ends it adheres to.
Sincerely running lifetimes of eternity with a whim
or fantasy that never takes hold or lessens our desire
of goodness.
We never fathom regulatory manners as we dish out what
we think we may know.
All of life hinges on our thought processes, yet our
maturity determines how far we go on our journey through
life.
Sometimes stuck on desert plains, people cannot
traverse any further than their dependence on drugs,
alcohol, sex or abuse.
How does one follow a beacon of life when they are consistently and constantly on the wrong path?