I watch with curiosity,
the approach of the opposites.
Each day, brings cloudiness and clarity.
It is a simple routine.
Withdraw, in bravery.
Bloom, in the acceptance of life's rituals.
Keep quiet, any useless love.
The echoes of revelation,
would only shatter the facade.
The irony, sickens my belief in caring.
But, I am weak.
Pulled along into the spiritual madness,
of the directionally challenged.
I'm on my way to being found, but today,
I am still stuck in it's opposite.