A feeling of emptiness envelopes me,
It gets as painful as it can be!
But what it takes to fill the void,
Is something that I perhaps - almost sabotagingly - avoid!
Going in search of the real me...
Is as tough as it can be!
Someone said, we need to leave to be able to come back!
And that's one hell of a strange journey designed to show us what we lack.
Ah, the journeys we must set out on, at times - near and far!
But what is life without journeys that make us what we are?
Sometimes we find what we're looking for, sometimes we don't...
But what if we find it and yet not see it for what it is?
If we are lucky, it may come back and haunt us out of our so-called peace!
That's when we could, however, shake off everything and grab the ghost of a thought,
When we are ready to blow some life back into it...consider it bought!
The question is where do you buy the life to blow back into the idea of your life?
The answer, paradoxically, is that such of renewable life is generated from strife!
Which in turn comes from the strange journeys that we began with...
Oh...to understand what is the truth and what is myth!!
PS: Don't ask me anything. Remember, this is poetry! Hah! I just happened to write it. You just happened to read it. Move on. Of course, if possible, try and appreciate the rhyme in the poem and all that rot.