Description: Ever wonder what you live for? I often find my self asking this question. Its not because of some internal curiosity. Its not because some greater force told me I must. I think that the main reason I live is just to fulfill some sort of contractual obligation I feel to my parents. I've sorta decided that my birth will be considered repayed once I become a doctor and a father. By accomplishing this I've fulfilled the dreams my dad and mom have for me.
I reckon it must be biological, like enzyme bleach, anthrax, perhaps more like the power lust of a plankton ... I'm not sure this one works at all: it's an ancient question, so that the poet needs to come at it with a new colour, sort of ?
Submission Name: Ownership
