In moments of solitude, we often reflect,
On our purpose in life, what we seek to effect.
Questions flood our minds, with no easy reply,
As we seek to understand, why we live and why we die.

Amidst the mystery of life, we interact and engage,
Yet our individual reasons, remain a puzzling stage.
We all have varied roles, in this complex society,
But our true purpose lies, in our own private propriety.

A soldier may serve, as protector and defender,
But his true purpose lies, in his own personal agenda.
Our purpose is not just, the roles we are given,
But what we choose for ourselves, as we are driven.

So, ask yourself what you truly want, and what makes you content,
For in that lies the purpose, that makes your life truly meant.
Life offers a vast array, of purposes to explore,
And even if we find contentment, we still ask for more.

Our purpose is an everlasting question, that we seek to find,
And even at the end, it still lingers on our mind.
So, let us clear our thoughts and focus our mind,
For in knowing our purpose, true contentment we will find.