This narrative begins at a point in time
in this unfamiliar reality, where you have been defined
not as you were, but as what you’ve become:
a brother to all, but a son to no one.
I was once not unlike you.
Benign and beaten down,
I scoured the corners of the earth
in search of a better way.
I ploughed the furthest depths, myriad leagues below,
and where you found that sinking feeling,
that’s where I found myself.
I told myself that there was nothing there for me,
ensnared within a vacancy that only I could see.
Each step I ever took was a vow
never to return to that place I left,
in search of what I always lacked:
My security.
I know this desperation breeds acceptance of any alternative,
so I made a promise to myself that I won’t break.
Meet me at the turning point,
I’ll be waiting there for you my friend.
in this unfamiliar reality, where you have been defined
not as you were, but as what you’ve become:
a brother to all, but a son to no one.
I was once not unlike you.
Benign and beaten down,
I scoured the corners of the earth
in search of a better way.
I ploughed the furthest depths, myriad leagues below,
and where you found that sinking feeling,
that’s where I found myself.
I told myself that there was nothing there for me,
ensnared within a vacancy that only I could see.
Each step I ever took was a vow
never to return to that place I left,
in search of what I always lacked:
My security.
I know this desperation breeds acceptance of any alternative,
so I made a promise to myself that I won’t break.
Meet me at the turning point,
I’ll be waiting there for you my friend.
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