Who am I, really?
Am I a man born to till the earth?
Am I a king meant to rule the world?
Where does my path go, and why does it go that way…does it even matter?
Maybe I am a soul trapped in this frame, waiting to be freed.
Maybe I am a spirit trolling through the plains, suffering for my greed.
Where am I going and do I have a choice?
Surely there must be someone who knows where this path leads…maybe they are hiding
Hidden in the trees they mock me for my ignorance
They see me struggling and laugh at the insignificance of it all
He knows it doesn’t matter, the only difference between him and I is he knows it all
I know nothing
Maybe I should stop and wait for him to get bored, then he might share his secret
We all need to know the secret, eventually…
I am going to go home and leave my doors unlocked and sit in silence until he enters.
I’ll be waiting for him and he for me.