The Burning Question : Part 1

The Burning question: part 1

The sun was severely bleeding its scorching rays on the face of the earth
After a days work
We sought refuge under a nearby umbrella tree

Under its shadow it felt as though we had telepathed to another realm
 we were overwhelmed
The breeze was whispering a sweet sound of the blues
We became "chilled out goons"

The brain seemed to agree to this subliminally
Like a wild horse
Thoughts started galloping freely in our brains without remorse
Stampeding on every thought we had before

They had taken a toll on my homie
As he ended up asking me an odd question
"What's our purpose on this earth"
He uttered with a face that had been tormented with confusion

He saw me as an oracle
Every question he threw at me I would decipher even the rhetorical
But this question blew my thought fuses
My lips were numb and it showed I didn't have the slightest of clues

 A plant of curiousity sprouted in my brain
And it was growing with haste
"what really was my purpose on this Earth?"