The Wanderer Within

The Wanderer Within

I walk a path, both bright and dim,

A winding road carved deep within.

The stars above, the earth below,

A restless heart longs to know:

Who am I beneath this skin,

This fragile shell that holds within

A storm of thoughts, a spark, a flame,

Seeking meaning in a whispered name.

My purpose hides, a shadow's dance,

Elusive as a fleeting chance.

Do I create, destroy, or heal?

What is the truth my soul must feel?

I’ve searched the hills, the endless skies,

In strangers' words, in lovers' eyes.

I’ve chased the dawn, embraced the night,

Yet still, I seek my guiding light.

But peace, it seems, is not a place,

Not something found in time or space.

It blooms within when I let go,

Of all I fear, of all I know.

So here I stand, both lost and free,

A work of art, unfinished, incomplete.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s the key—

To love the search, to simply be.