the question is, where do you go from here? <br />are you as confident as the river <br />that is sure of the sea? <br />a tree whose only fate is upward <br />a cloud whose only joy is to drift and make rain? <br />we are neither the trees or the rivers <br />or the clouds <br />we are beyond all these metaphors <br />and must answer for ourselves: where are we going? <br /> <br />ah, i know where i am going <br />do not blame me if <br />at the end of our destinations <br />we shall find nothing <br />do not blame me if you are lost <br />neither shall i blame myself for this 'lostness' <br /> <br />it is my essence <br />directions actually do not matter <br />look at me, i am here, i am writing and i am not going anywhere <br />ah, i lose myself <br />because i want to finally find it.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-oneself-at-the-end/
