some are obvious others are ubiquitous life is full of lines
for everyone who wonders what’s going on someone else doesn’t
we tend to ignore things that don’t look right; until there is a problem
nature doesn’t need snow to gather on pine boughs yet it still happens
all things created have their purpose, no matter if it’s great or small
there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
as i watch the bee fulfill its purpose, i’m glad i do not know mine
some find a purpose and never waver; others we just keep searching
for some, the purpose for why they are here is just to support something
we wouldn’t expect a bicycle’s seat to work in place of its wheel
uptown jack 