The Seeker
The Seeker
Wither goest thou
without thyself?
Braving the far
or exploring the near
while the past
colors and clouds
what you know
colliding and conspiring
with wherever you go.
When you returned
what had you learned?
Things there were not the same.
Much had but another name.
They take their way of life
for granted
the way you do
where you were planted.
You surely knew when returned
that just another page of life
had turned.
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