We Were All Meant for Something

"I am nothing."

What a curious thing for a something to say.

The meaning of being is rarely so beaming

 as sunlight that breaks each new day.

So what is a thing that we say that we're not,

when things seem too dark to be seen?

What does it mean to be meant for something,

when that thing seems to be just a dream?

 

There are things that we use and things that we play,

things that we do and things that we say.

Things that are things we use for a thing

and tumble and toss and throw out someday.

 

But think of the things that THINK of these things

that say and teach and learn and do.

These are somethings, unlike those things

because the somethings have something to prove.

 

Somethings can love, Somethings can feel.

Somethings can dance and laugh and be.

Such a wondrous thing, to be just something,

to be you, to be them, to be me.

 

We're all meant for something, for we all are something,

endowed with great power unseen:

the power to think, the power to grow,

and always the power to dream.

We are somethings, unlike the things,

because of this power we bring.

As long as you're you, as long as I'm me,

we were always meant for something.