whispers of purpose

‎Is it me calling or it's me answering to the void? ‎to what pleasure do I owe? and to what purpose was I brought forth to do? ‎In my name I find treasure and forced to enjoy it in my imagination. ‎I am my own free prisoner, I am my own man I say but i let the wave decide my next move. ‎Let me be, I rebuke you, you could have done better, the two face me Keep cursing each other for dominance. ‎To what end, will I smile at yesterday, smile today and a promising smile of tomorrow. I will Let the next wave decided, for I am a walking dead