Unpurposeful Life

I am at your will,

At your disposal,

Make me draw or write,

Circles, lines or words of wisdom,

My office used to be black, but now green,

Sometimes when I break, you discard me,

Like a worm infested fruit fallen from a tree,

One swift stroke of any material can erase my marks,

I hope my work lingers in someone’s mind, all stark,

I come in many colors too,

But my core soul is still the same,

I am born to whither slowly,

Like sand I lay on the floor,

But remember oh human,

To this dust you too stall return,

So don’t hate me,

We are on the same train,

I am just a chalk, I have a purpose,

Human, go and find yours too.