Purpose can be tough to find

Purpose eludes the self-made man

The purpose of life understands
elusive tides of living: laying low
while the sun pours bright,
asleep until moonless nights,
when meaning hoards disguise
in invisible shadows of uncast light.
A wise move for treasure, pure
as unknown snow, to remain hidden
from the sort that destroys in creating.
For purpose so pure would certainly
die like the lives of these men, as death
is born through the minds of these men.
Bound by time, not purpose— are the whims
informing the hearts of these men.