Trip

This time I’m going alone
Don’t fret, don’t bemoan
I am not coming back from this trip
I will not be intact

I am going searching
The proverbial searching
I yearn to be who I once was
I strive to be happy

I cannot deny the existence of love;
I can only deny the existence of brotherly love
I can not deny the evidence set before me
I can only judge it

We can only figure out ourselves
We cannot discover others
They are as unknown to us as we are to them
Our souls are encrypted with the mystery of life