Travelling like moisture in the air,
Lost in the currents of the wind,
Taken as a droplet from the ocean,
Unique as a singular, but completely obsolete as a part of everything,

The flow of life took me from everything I once knew,
Made my existence both essential yet pointless,
It took control of all my being,
And stole away from me my choices,

As the winds slowly defined me,
And with all my senses forever trapped in the absolutions of time,
My soul had vanished,
And reality and even my life was no longer mine,

I became the air itself,
Travelling on a Jetstream through the atmosphere of space,
I was nowhere but I was also everywhere,
Like a prisoner of solitude with emptiness for a face,

And now,
As I stand not even a memory that serves long or short,
To me, my journey was my all,
But in the grand scheme of things, I wasn’t even a second thought,

So in my experience of being part of what was real,
Bitterness to me, tasted ever so sweet,
For I was born, I lived and I even died,
My journey…… now complete.

Wrote on: 17/05/2024