My Mortality Dances in the Woods
The earth has made a fool of me.
It arrives honesty,
Yet I always see something different.
Yesterday, I noticed the trees.
Today, it was the clouds that lifted me away
As I waited for a sunset that would never be seen.
I have spent too long
Trying to make sense of beautiful things,
Hoping that I would one day fit in with them.
The truth, however,
Is hidden in the sea,
And the stars.
For all my years of searching
For meaning, or the material equivalent,
All I have mastered
Is the art of chasing my own tail.