Elusive Self
May 16, 2024
Adrift in a sea of uncertain meaning,
Grasping at reflections, haunting and leaning,
Time hides the soul’s true frame from view,
Words cloak reality in an obscuring frost.
Longing for a wholeness that will never come,
A mirage of completeness, built on shifting sand,
This perfect image, a mistaken truth,
Yet the void persists, a wound that won’t mend.
In this hall of mirrors, we endlessly roam,
Seeking a self to claim as our own,
But the search proves futile, the self eludes,
Leaving us grasping at multitudes.
