Poem about the Self and change.
Like a tree without leaves
Like a ship sailing without breeze
I tread the axis of my destiny
In a body devoid of cells
Like a chime ringing without its bell
I make the melody of life wail for me
My thoughts traverse an empty universe
Housed inside the confines of a troubled mind
Begrudgingly accepting the rise of the decline
Casting stones at my demons
They return the compliment with interest
I bleed the blood of a permanent guest
Atoms that once held held me together
Split into particles of innate annihilation
Spinning through the hesitance of doubt
Into the confusion of certainty
I find no sanctuary here
Seasons come that bear no semblance to their states
I find myself cold in the midst of blazing heat
Sensing the call of ultimate victory
I rise to taste the sweetness of defeat
Is this not the code of the wayfarer?
I am no longer the book that I read
I am no longer part of this picture of peace
Like a tree without leaves
Like a ship sailing without breeze
I tread the axis of my destiny
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