My Nature

aloque | 28 Aug 2004, 5:02pm
I am afraid I do not know myself.
Forever have I been lost in the
isolates of my solace, searching
for understanding, but water
it seems doesn't run in deserts.
I have no promises to make,
for the wind,it seems, is harsh
on the sands, wearing it to its
rocky bone and still, the clouds
remain unmerciful, white on blue.
Nature is what it is, immutable
is its purpose, understanding is
only present in not questioning.
So it seems I shall remain a
nomad, just my pen and paper
shelter me from my thoughts,
and wait out my existence here,
answers might flow from within.

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