The power of purpose, it weaves through the air,
With intention, its design is a snare,
The careful and tidy, their minds are so dull,
They forget to remember the graveyards are full.

Oh, just how does purpose weave its magic today? 
It strikes with intention, it wont fade away.
For even the most careless, wandering tinker,
Knows in his heart, life’s a real stinker.

The actor, careful with their appearance on screen,
Balances intention with what just appears or seems.
No, it’s not just the look that makes art unfold,
It’s telling the stories that no-one has told.

In life, as in death you must cling to your soul,
Let tidiness and virtue be another’s ultimate goal,
A tidy soul reflects a stunted growth, that’s clear,
A beacon of light shouts out ‘nothing to fear!’

Sometimes we’re careless, thoughtless, amiss,
But, out of confusion, comes a soulmate to kiss.
Rambling thoughts may cloud the path you tread,
Do not strive for careful clarity, careless love instead.

In life’s intricate dance of purposelessness, by design,
Let careless love find its place as you align
Your mere intentions with the grand tapestry of fate,
And marvel at the wonders careless love will create.

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