a woman, a human, a being

once, now, and always in a multitude of maybes

lived, breathed, saw, thought, was

in a place (which was vastly tiny, with the space it consisted of being nothing beyond a concept [figment] necessary for the limited mind perceiving it)

endlessly searching for what she wanted to be(come)

so many things, lives, people to exist as

all, but never purely one

choose? from an impossible myriad,

shifting from second to moment- never.

from an infinity of possibilities, only one definite- herself

(in itself an idea static only through its unceasing change)

to go towards herself, to eternally become

to find her self from herself

no instructions, no teachings

truly aid in the ultimate search

only knowing that it has no end

and seeing that, it is found