Today is another picturesque of your skin,
A slight appeal to yesterday gone thin.
Tonight is a glaring pirouette with more spin,
Destined to refine the soul of what you have been.
Tally not, o the virtual fear that you sum,
For the path you tread is true conundrum.
Adorning the sunshine under the echoing hum
Will aptly help you flourish through what may come.
Smiles come and go like a parting dove,
Leaving you pondering “What is love?”
Through the restless days you abruptly lived,
Questioning is a habit: “What have I achieved?”
And so those reflections pile on your shoulder,
Day by day ’till you could name it a boulder.
Ever so heavy, toppled up with your wondering cry,
The final tangling enigma of
“What am I?”
A lifetime of searching is feasible, but fear not,
Blunders do happen, with the significance of an ink blot.
Answers you seek will never thoroughly shade,
Because the diamond of life is found
In the journey you made.