Touching Identity



Is identity
An entity
That can be touched?

Does a man feel the sun's light
Even more when he is shirtless and free?

The dream is the answer
For the sun rises too soon
And we are all just roses and thorns
Grasping for the truth

Of our names
And our birth rites
Our genders
And our endless vanities

But can we touch it?
The elusive concept of soul?

Or are we just noise makers,
Pointlessly loud and drunken fools -
Searching for freedom in the clowded crowds
Which hangs us by the rope of sanity?

And it would be easy to let the flesh guide us
Into the palaces of titles and crowns
But eventually, we must be what we are
No matter the roles put upon us!

It is inevitable!
For the truth of the mind is like a recurring dream
And will come back again
And again
And over
Again...


©2004 Aryl Shanti

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