i'm in this place of uncertainty
haunted by the age old mystery of life's meaning
living with the constant companion of the truth of existence
the simplicity of being
the realization that this is all there is
love that comforts and scars
joy that comes and goes
hope that seems infinite and eludes us all the same
what is this all about
i want so much to grow along spiritual lines
to manifest some extraordinary work of creativity
i want to come upon the key that unlocks life's mystery
to find some rest and satisfaction
when will the mountain top reveal itself
will it ever
does it even exist
am i just floating upon the river of evolution
infinite
i want to be important
immortal
the life of the flower is not for the flower
there is no real reason
except to admire its beauty
maybe there is no real reason for anything
it just is what it is
all i am looking for is here
right where i stand
accepting this mortality is humbling
i need to express myself
why, i don't know
i want to document the truth of this human experience
the elephants in the room that most dance around
their superficial dances
distract from the truth
i wonder if they feel the falsity
i wonder if they twist with discomfort when the silence comes
what is the purpose of me wanting to stay close to this
it would be easier to dance
