The Journey of Realisation

If not the day was gifted to know something new about myself

What would the use of the light be to illumine the darkest corners

Those eyes reflecting my image could not be trusted entirely

It was not me who was there, but a perception of distant contemplations

For only I can realise the unknown paths where I have not been

The opportunities, desires, and fears that were not known to me

An unknown individual holding my identity is unrelenting

Trying to know me, shape my identity, with biased eyes

Something better, the surprising side of me, can be my own realisation


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