I Abscond
It seems that I am to run.
Birth frees me from a type of prison, I suppose,
But the release comes with a false extasy.
I feel not unlike, perhaps,
One who has escaped a prison
Only to find themselves lost in a desert.
I proceed, I think.
I decide to stay.
The desert is, it seems,
If nothing else,
Warm.
When night arrives, though,
As it always does,
The bitter air stings my face.
I decide again to stay.
Time reveals to me that the night arrives;
It always does.
Nevertheless, I stay.
The night arrives,
As it always does.
I realize what I must do.
I know not what I seek,
But I've come to understand that
The night is not for me.
I don't like the darkness, I realize,
And so I abscond.
I forever chase the horizon,
Not expecting to reach it,
But knowing that to bask
Yes! to bask in a perpetual sunset;
This is for what I dream.
I seek the light.
I seek knowledge.
I know this, and this is my truth.
I know, too, that when the sun sets,
I will be sated in mind.
I will fall to the wind that now fills my sail;
I will reenforce it, as others do for me,
And I will be content.
Nay, I am content.