To Discover One's Self
Is to look forward instead of looking back;
Sometimes an essence can be lost within ones gone,
Never taking all of you with them and mainly that desire.
Having walked there I see no need to return and trace steps.
Mortal mind just a passenger on this one way unknown voyage;
This body crawling then flying inside an artificial source,
Encased within a cold steel soaring bullet bearing wings.
My brain knew this was crazy and even more so unnatural.
A ship of time will take me to an end no matter what;
Thinking I will die yet those thoughts may surely perish,
Along with so many dreams that always ended before I awoke.
I look now through a window destroying blue horizon mirrors.
Finding myself has truly taken nearly two thirds of a life;
Because this one is mine hastens a need to enjoy my rest,
Even though a past has been so very kind to embrace me.
I still long to discover the finality of my existence.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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