Purpose and Meaning

Somtimes I want to run away
from this life, dull and dreary,
of which I am not sure,
has chosen me or I have chosen?

run away to a brick klin,
shape the sand with all my
hearts passion and brows sweat,
and see by the evening
if it is working?

or run away to a quarry
crush the stones all day along,
with all of my restless energies
and see by the evening
did I make a killing?

or run by to a school
take few classes and teach
children science and poetry
with all the love in my soul
and see by the evening
did they love it?

or run by to the nearest circus
and become a clown,
talk weirdly and walk weirdly
without feeling belittled or ashamed
and see by the evening
if the audience enjoyed it?

and a thousand and thousand
of other things
which the collective spirit of
mankind does everyday
to keep the world running

and in the meantime
I hope I will find out something
good enough to give me a
reason to wake up every morning,

for the current one has everything
except purpose and meaning.