The river

I stood before a river, and froze at what i saw  A large skeletal figure its flesh and muscles tore  Its eyes hollowed black its face all long and gaunt  It pointed at me with its talon finger, sharp like a lions claw  Then it spoke and told me in an inhaling breath stopped short  You are not doing in life what you were sent here for  Then the river lit up where he stood and spiraled, i was locked in awe  The vibrant neon light spewing out tiny orbs  As this vortex opened up and the skeletal figure vanished into the river floor   Then all that remained was a stillness, a calm, his words had left a thought What is it i should be doing, what is my purpose, what am i here for   Death is forever perusing, yet i waste time more and more