#2860-Conjectural

Yesterday I pondered,

My life’s purpose.

Could I have done more,

To help others,

Or our little world?

Wandering thoughts,

Of what may have been,

Had I believed,

In different dreams.

Then I looked outside,

At green fields,

Of freshly cut grass,

Looking for answers,

Floating in the breeze.

Perhaps it matters little,

What I may think,

As long as honestly,

Without questioning,

I follow the path,

That lays in front of me.