Becoming the Real

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I've not lived, but

I am merely existing 

Passing through life

Like a leaf wafting through the air. 

No, I've not behold sunshine, but

Merely riding on the wings of darkness 

Seeking after that which is afar off. 

Like a predator seeks its prey. 

I've been lost for too long 

With only the compass of my heart 

To tell me the way forward. 

To point towards a destination

Longed after.

Deep dissatisfaction plagues me

My heart yearns and longs 

For the objects of my destiny. 

I live now, but only in my imaginings

I'm hungry for something 

Something in the oblivion,

Something in the farther away, 

Something soaked in blue-

A dream spiralling from my inner self. 

A hunger for something more,

For something that can be, 

For the thing that needs to be. 

Tired and tireless, all at the same time 

Tired of these restraints 

That hold me 

That tethers me to commonality.

That keeps me with the Crowd, 

The common, the usual, the masses. 

But I'm different 

'Tis what I've been screaming silently

I want to experience more

Do more, go everywhere

Without limits, without borders.

Tireless in my quest,

Tireless in my cause.

The clarion call of destiny,

A rise to the taking of arms  

To soldier on to the wanted life. 

Tell me, what is my wrong

If I be different 

If I be spotted like a leopard

Differing from my kins.

If I be a pariah among my brethren.

Tell me what is my crime

If I desire a little more, 

A little different more?

I've been lost for too long 

Bouncing from one identity to another

Yet hungry for who I truly am.

No more, not anymore 

I've lived a lie for too long

I cannot keep myself from tipping over 

And reaching for what is mine 

And who I am indeed. 

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