A journey to the core of ones self,
It’s like finding the prize at the centre of the maze.
The satisfaction of figuring out something and having it become complete.
Different moments experienced almost everyday.
In our personal dark tunnels we tirelessly chase the light.
Screams of disappointment no one hears.
Because we scream within ourselves or muffle them with our pillows.
Smiles out there when you struggled for the strength to get out of bed.
By a walk you’re left wondering were others get this happiness.
The confident strutters with words for every situation.
The shoulder sagging population one thought away from depression.
And those that feel they just add to the numbers.
Are we all breathing the same air?
Or are others getting something different.
I somehow find a way to escape these thoughts
These thoughts saying I’m maybe missing out.
I remember we’re not here forever.
We’re only passing through.
The earth remains behind.
Our spirit passes on and our bones are left to decay.
Although we can’t physically carry them.
The lessons are all we get to take with us.