To know thyself - is that not
the ultimate journey? The quest
that drives us to seek isolation
from those we desire most,
to run from the places that make
us feel safe and sure, to waken
what has been dormant and
complacent and to stir
latent longings to life.
I have wrestled myself from security
with incessant questions, challenged
this self to know again all selves,
to shake hands with the many "mes"
that have been and have lobbied to be.
And after all introductions are made,
after nostalgia is given ample space,
after visions of other futures are
permitted, and after waking up in
a bed that has never been my own,
there is naught but this moment
isolated in the series of events
and choices that constitute a life.
It is in the cold dawn of this new morning
that I look strangest to myself in the mirror.
the ultimate journey? The quest
that drives us to seek isolation
from those we desire most,
to run from the places that make
us feel safe and sure, to waken
what has been dormant and
complacent and to stir
latent longings to life.
I have wrestled myself from security
with incessant questions, challenged
this self to know again all selves,
to shake hands with the many "mes"
that have been and have lobbied to be.
And after all introductions are made,
after nostalgia is given ample space,
after visions of other futures are
permitted, and after waking up in
a bed that has never been my own,
there is naught but this moment
isolated in the series of events
and choices that constitute a life.
It is in the cold dawn of this new morning
that I look strangest to myself in the mirror.