Times there are when I do not know
Where my thoughts travel, taking
Me away from my inner sanctuary
Of peace and into a world of
Restless chaos. There are fouler
Things than nightmare creatures
In the darkest parts of the Earth,
And my eyes have seen their glory.
For that which makes us strive to be
Better citizens, one to another, is the
Desire to best our shadowy demons
And rise to the surface, perhaps not
Unscathed, but reborn in spirit and
In body. The grey temples sit as
Monuments to a life of labored
Travels, canvassing society’s sprawl,
Seeking affirmation of self along the
Twisted maze of roadway we so
Often need explore. Conquering
Those depths, we rise to accolades
Of our overactive imaginations,
Pressing us to be more than this
Collection of flesh and blood
Would initially indicate. Where
We go now is anyone’s open
Question to answer, the response
Both individual to the responder,
Yet collective to a civilization
Spent from centuries of seeking
Simply survival. I have been
Away counting time among the
Agonizing torture of self-reflection,
And the caressing embrace of
Inner regeneration, all the while
Colliding with the conclusion
That I am this same person
That started this journey, and that
Truly that is not such a bad thing.
-Dakin 1/23/09
