Static around me-
A noise of thoughts
Thoughts that don’t need sharing.
All trying to be genius,
While knowing
How little we know.
We do the most,
Appearances change for
The simple desire-
to be appreciated.
And yet appreciation is so rare
True appreciation
Endlessly sought,
So rarely received
I sit here
On the same path we’ve all walked .
The inevitable is something
Doesn’t ask for permission.
So, I reflect.
Under the shade of the tree
I avoid the hot sun.
But, maybe that was my problem
All along-
I covered myself,
My being,
My purpose.
Perhaps I was so focused
On being liked
That I hid my own being
And the bullseye I aimed for-
Happiness-
I missed entirely.
The mask we all put on,
The shade of this tree,
Needs to be taken off
To feel the warmth of the sun
And so I stand
A few steps forward
And the sun hits me
The torch onto my skin
Is also like a torch in a cave
Perhaps authenticity
Is truer serenity
