Adulthood seemed more distant ‘til it came
Dressed not in golden robes, but navy thrift
I’d dreamt I’d meet it well, declare my Name,
Yet life cared not and cast itself adrift.
The journey seemed at first a pleasant sail
Across the oceans wide to islands free
But soon I found the waters’ woeful wail —
The trek was truly mapping out a Me.
I’ve felt so lost within myself that I
Can not begin to seek a path to choose;
This labyrinthine soul won’t answer why
Its twisting course seems but a baleful ruse.
Will I forever in this realm exist,
Or will I find a lighthouse in the mist?
-Preston C. Orr