Purpose

What purpose is clearer than that of survival
What drives us harder than hunger
Or motivates us more than fear or anger
Perhaps romantic love or compassion
Might dominate guilt or attachment

But I haven’t seen more devotion
Than avarice, greed or a potion
Of honey or manna or gold
That witnessed a principle sold

I’ve seen glory and wealth
Eroded and corroded in stealth
That loss of purpose and drive
With nothing against which to strive

Imagined windmills against which to tilt
While reason and logic did wilt
Our giants we held in esteem
Now seem small and meek puffed up and weak
Louder and louder
Gaudier and brighter
As if they feared Finiteness Limits Constraints