A Question Unanswered.

If born into this world, what am I to be?

Quite honestly I'm not sure,

Lately, It's been obscure to me.

And at a loss for answers,

I see past the fantasies,

I see only I,

can make this discovery.

A question rests unanswered,

so on paper, I speak.

Writing in a dimension,

where time unwinds for weeks.

Guided by luminescent streams,

That show auras of liminal peaks.

I fall through fractals,

through memories never before seen.

Words illustrate my thoughts,

through the in-betweens.

Spirals of stardust,

wake up dormant dreams.

Shot through me from space,

face to face with my esteem.