My soul's not tethered at my feet.
In fact, it is unbound.
It drifts ahead and lags behind.
It searches for something yet unfound.
I don't think I'll have the luck to greet
The place that I am bound.
Perhaps one day this will be what I find.
Or even what I've found.
Why can we, can I, never be satisfied?
Perhaps it is within us all or, perhaps, not at all.
Do we search for something that does not exist?
Our scurrying leading us to our fall.
I think; indeed, the Fates have lied.
For mankind was not made to crawl
But instead to push forward through the mist
That our own murky mind creates
To dull the cutting edge of reality.
Once again, I distrust the Fates.
The world now hears my broken plea.
I only ask for solitude
But they insist that I must start to change
To brighten my mood
To not be too strange.
They ask that I search for something dressed in chains.
Those chains will bear my soul to the frozen ground
And guide my direction like imposing reins
But with their approval, I will be crowned.
So, I must follow my soul, always roaming
Until, at last, I've found my home.
I don't want to be just coping.
But, for now, still, I roam.
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Thoughtful Poetry
PoetryAll my thoughts as poetry and random poems that I have. Plus poetry inspired by amazing book series (Six of Crows). Comment to tell me what you think.
