We travel this world in constant search of ourselves.
Overturning leaves of personality mimicked from ancestry and childhood tales.
We seek the absolute. Distinct and separate from others’ “learned” truths.
But there are no absolutes.
If there were, would there be individuality? Or just supremacy?
But supremacy is just another word for hate and there is no absolute in Fate.
So we continue our journey. A path with hidden twists, dead ends, and maddening heights and lows.
Trees speak of religion, wind whispers of sexuality, and I swear the animals each have a personality of their own.
Sometimes accompanied by family, but always alone. New-found answers replace old ones on the shelf.
I still travel this world in constant search of myself.
© Day Dreamer
You can also find this post over at Open Link Night ~ 65 along with some other great poets!