poetic license

I LEAVE
on a grand adventure
I pack my bags and walk, walk out that door

What do I seek?
Adventure? Love? Peace? Success?

I know not what I seek
I know only fear, fear and pain

I feel this yearning
I see this mirage

It lies before me, shimmering, glimmering,
joyful, complete

I know the nature of the mirage
It does not exist, My mind knows!

And yet my mind tells me to do this

Does it know something I don't?

Does it know that one must seek?
Always

Because if there was nothing left to seek
Why would we walk?

A complete impromptu post ...unfortunately blogger would not let me put it up instantly, in retrospect it only sounds lame