Purpose Poem

I go tramping for a purpose:
To have an adrenaline dose,
To go beyond my limit
And discover the infinite.
My name is pointless;
Fame is meaningless.
It’s all about nature,
living real adventure,
and bring back stories
about my discoveries.
Wilderness is priceless
But success has a price.
It won’t gonna be nice
Everyday, I expect mess
To happen on my quest.
I guess that’s a rough test
With a slight guess
of my way to happiness.
Feel like a mice in a maze
With skin in the game.
I stare at Nature in amaze,
and I don’t feel the same.