PURPOSE Too

Sunken treasures

Buried deep down in my

Sunken heart

Terrorize my daydreams

As I tear myself apart

Broken pinwheels

Hope like colored eggs

Dipped into discount colors

- Long after Easter Day

I am the remnants

Of a dream I once had

It was so perfect

I was to be a king

Master of all I surveyed

- My dreams would come to me

Now I just run on empty

And hope the next mile will be worth it

I stand on freeway off-ramps

Cardboard sign reads:

"Will work for love"

Yet I still do it

On purpose