Realization

Through the twisted streets
of my mind I roam
in search of a name
that haunts my footsteps
until the dawn fingers trace
the darkness of my thoughts

with a question mark,
so far away,
that licks in flame
the pages of my heart,
turns through them,
ponders deep the words
I say not even to myself.

From where do we come,
to where do we go,
to whom do we turn
when realization dawns
and we find that whoever
we are, wherever
we are, we are always alone?

So I watch as the day deepens
and the warming breeze slowly
caresses around me while I stand
transfixed as I remember

that the voice I seek and hear
which whispers deep within me

is my own.