I dreamed in the land of Imagination
Until Science burned it down
Then Politics burned down Science
Thus it began
I wandered in the land of Identity
A lost traveler
Everything was reflected
Social designations determined by Committee
I turned inward in hope of Discovery
I recoiled at what I found
I dared not live there
I turned outward in hope of Recognition
Fame proved a fickle Companion
Ever elusive,
except to those who rued the day they found it,
and became its Slave
I swam in the waters of Institution
I struggled to stay afloat in an ocean of souls treading water
mistaking acceptance for living,
confusing abundance for Abundance
I looked to the Stars
The wonder of its vastness
It echoed only silence in my bones
There was no Friendship
Only distance
I went back Home
Thanks for reading and responding.
Mark
Fellow traveler—
Ooomph!
Hit me straight in the heart.
Many people are on a restless search for meaning. You have identified a common solution: returning home, back to what you know, back to where you can find comfort and perhaps start again.