In a world untamed, where freedom's breeze doth blow,
I seek to wander, to explore and grow.
For I have learned, through Nietzsche's wise decree,
That freedom alone won't set one's spirit free.

A purpose, a calling, a path to tread,
A goal to strive for, where dreams are fed.
Beyond mere chains broken and barriers crushed,
Exists a realm where true fulfillment is hushed.

In the abyss of existence, I find my light,
Embracing the struggle, with all my might.
For purpose births meaning, in life's grand stage,
A symphony of will, echoing through age.

Through Nietzsche's prose, I come to discern,
That freedom's essence lies in what we yearn.
To strive, to create, to conquer our fears,
In purpose, we transcend, throughout the years.

So let us not wander aimlessly, lost and adrift,
But seek the purpose that gives our souls a lift.
For freedom's beauty lies not in its form,
But in the purposeful life, where aspirations swarm.

Divinity