The Discovery

For the longest time,

he did not know

what the world had in store.

The unpredictable nature of

life breeds discomfort

and wonder.

He will never curse

the rain that follows thunder.

Regardless of the forecast,

he can’t help but laugh.

Without knowing

what comes next, he still runs

toward the darkness.

Each passing day changes him

in every way. His thoughts

run as fast as him.

His feelings constantly change.

He learns that things won’t go

his way. He navigates a maze

that has no end. There’s no way

to pretend. The veil has been

lifted. His perspective has shifted.

Each step rhythmically precedes

every breath. The stage is set.

Each passing minute brings him

closer to death.

He thinks of the finite nature of life,

yet he never loses sight.

He writes until there’s

not any ink left.

His pen carves paper birthed

from trees. He dissects each line

from beginning to end.

His roots are strong.

The well will run dry,

but his thirst for truth

will, one day, be quenched.

He doesn’t hide.

He gains knowledge of

the human condition.

The things he’s seen

are stored inside a mind

so bright and sharp.

He carries memories close

to his healing heart.

He holds the belief that,

if he tries hard enough,

he will one day make

a change. He will break

free from the chains

of his mental domain.

He doesn’t ask why birds

fly or why people die.

He just knows that they do.

Often, he looks at the sky

whether it’s gray or blue.

He examines faces

in the clouds

and learns something new.

Eventually, he will

discover the meaning

of life. He will rest easy

once the sun retires.

Until then, he will dance,

sing and enjoy the surprises

that life will bring.