My Jacaranda Journey

I’m on a life long journey
an inner self voyage
a mission to discover
the deep inner workings of
me.
See, I’m never quite sure
exactly how to define
refining the basic meaning
what it means to live this
life.
Everyday is an impossible chore
another building block
another lost sock
in this dryer, this tumbling
mess.
We all strive to find the grand
purpose, something to admire
to aspire to. A life with no
regrets and in the end find
rest.
I’m filled with questions
never to be answered
trying to find someone to
ride my tandem with, solving this
conundrum.
Like the termites’ endless munching
I am never satisfied,
I’ll forever be the jacaranda bloom
never settling in the changing
breeze.
With the passing seasons
I grow, I am fluid motion,
emotion, overflowing always
just wanting an outlet to
express.
My house with its skeleton key
hang heavy around my neck
while my head throbs
and the sun sets into a claustrophobic
fog.
I must admit at times
I feel trapped, like I’m running
low in time, however endless,
to leave my mark on this
world.

To leave my mark on this
world.