All That’s Required

It’s about having something,

A well to draw from,

A life to put in, an experience to harbour.

Creating existence from a lived existence.

Of which I lack, of which I am empty.

The words come from an imagined place,

An imagined life; a created one.

It sounds simple, though it is anything but.

Finding meaning, finding soul… narrative,

It’s a life’s work, a heavy heave.

And for what, I ask myself?

Like anything, the answer eludes.

It is to be done; yet, to be done is all it is.

For that well, that well of reality;

Some day I wish for it to be full.

But until then, a world created isn’t so terrible.


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