Do I yet know,

Do I yet know,

Just who I am,

What I am meant to be,

When, even after all these years

Nothing is clear.

Even though my eyes

Are open,

I am sightless.

And if I look twice,

I am doubly blind.

If I pretend

My path is laid out

Before me,

It makes me a liar.

But still yet,

One who seeks the truth.

Is that enough,

When my journey

Has been a series

Of accidents.

And the way,

So often hidden

Beneath the obscure

Meanings I give

To my mistakes.

Am I any more

Narcissistic than you?

When, we each

Seek to know ourselves,

Only to find

We are less than

We believed,

But more than we

Hoped to be.

Was it my father

Who forged my

Need to grow?

When he left me,

Needing answers

To so many questions

Never asked.

When I thought

I was better for

Not expecting

Him to know,

Until too late,

I realise, he lies

Within me, anyway.

And for all my

Trying to leave,

I have remained

In the same place.

Crouching within

The safe haven of my soul.

Filling a deep hole

With a pocket full of

Character building

Memories.