i want that
i am that
that which
i am
i can only see
what is already me
so
that which
i think
i am longing to be
is already a part
but feels fallen apart
somewhere in my heart
and i go searching again
then i stub my toe
from my grasping and woe
and it reminds me to know
that i tricked myself
to wander and yearn
in search
of what feels
lost to my soul
when all i have to do
is embrace the whole
that which
of which
i am