Self loves self;
Self loathes self;
Self questions self;
Self cheats self;
Self replicates self;
Self diverges from self;
Self finds a way back to self.
Self voyages
in search of self.
Circular, linear, non-linear,
zig-zag, crooked, bended …
defines the journey to self.
Will self find self?
Will self accept the unexpected self?
Will self accept the self found
in the other?
Loneliness engulfs self
as the road refuses the navigation
tools to self.
Error, Error…it reads.
Self recoils, finds refuge
in the invisible companion.
Self takes a step back from the
prevalent cacophony, a feigned
sense of calm becomes the norm.
Self screams:
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Self proclaims:
“I have found self!”
The illusion of discovery
is to alluring to discard.
The bended tip of the road
strikingly resembles the desired
destination.
Fantasy slowly gives way to
reality, and
the long road ahead is unfolded.
Self finally finds self
not at the envisaged terminus
not in a recognisable shape
not as a monolith
But in fragments –
some mutually exclusive; some compatible.
Each telling a story of
the futility of a programmed voyage.