what i know of purpose is what i do not know.

Here I stand. Outside of these city walls
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I need to become what’s inside
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I saw an unfenced garden today
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I need to become inside the city
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Why are there no doors?
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The garden had lilies of the valley
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I hear them inside the city, with papers
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They are all successful inside the city
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There was a swing in the garden
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And a very big tree, for climbing,
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There is my purpose beyond these city walls
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Brick paths all around, and roses
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And ivy, lots of ivy
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The birds sang freely and they sang to me
And they didn’t fly away when I reached to them
The smell of bluebells enticed me
To come and rest my head
Upon the soft grass at the base of the sycamore tree
And so I laid down, lulled to sleep by the smell of lilies
And the sound of the breeze
And the song of the birds
The warmth of the sun, a safe blanket
So deeply I fell asleep
And so deeply I stayed asleep
And so deeply I died.
With garlands round my purpose.