looking for alchemy
running after midnight dreams
i don't know what i
am up to.
feet sweating, nerves palpating
i breathe, i try to breathe
rest; unrest
i run after my past to catch my future
futile were the days
i left behind; and i ruin
today; wash it with my tears
i shed yesterday
soon to realize
i must be potent to absorb
the truth that i am not
what i want to be
and be potent to absorb
that i have lost
myself; long ago in the hunt
to find myself.
4 comments:
We all do the same. Last two paragraphs are beautifully worded. Lovely...
We'd lost ourselves the day we stopped listening to the voices inside our head. A portion was lost when we did not stop when the voice suggested otherwise.
But still, we're never lost for long. We find the voice in the same place. Within.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
its the frustration that somehow, someday comes out. happens only when we know that what we are doing is not what we want.. and still, we keep ignoring..
Along the way we all lose ourselves, we all drift from our paths and destiny BUT more often then not there are those who put us back on that path, those loved ones who are always looking out for us, who are always there and who know every move we are meant to take and mind you...they work when we least expect them to and most of the time we won't have the slightest clue.
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