Searching.
You're searching,
Wandering helplessly,
For the final pit stop on your never ending journey,
One of self proclaimed omniscience,
Dogmatic in your aproch to the world,
Ignorance tinted shades of rose,
In the way you see the world,
Your spiritual wings spanning far,
Shadowing one corner of the earth to the next,
Searching for the absence you feel,
Seeded in your chest,
Appearing only in the moments you should feel full,
Stuck in the mundane,
Have you found it?
No, how could you,
It doesn't exist,
You're seeking surety and that isn't meant for you.
-Jess Elyssa Rose