Soul Searching

To shout outwards in ease is who we are we think. Then we whisper looking inside to find something left behind rancid We realize we haven't found ourselves yet, we pretend we've been looking but we haven't really. It's all too scarey like Kafka's Gregory afraid we'll wake up like roaches too pitiful to live. We place our masks on in the morning for it's too bright out in the sun a different face we lean on at night whether full moon or not. I've noticed people are reticent to soul search they're too afraid of what they might find. I've looked I've found I'm not quite sure what I'll do now. This new found information leaves me lost.