Sansara

I sometimes find myself

Viewing myself as

A victim of my own mind

So focused on the ‘I’

The external world so easily forgotten

I see myself trapped in some sort of imaginary tragedy

Not so much self-pity

As deterministic helplessness

I recognise my warped patterns of thinking

And I want so desperately to escape

To explore my strengths and stop craving attention

I don’t need anyone else to make me happy

I don’t need validation

I have a lot of things to learn about myself

To figure out on my own

Life is full of transience

Humans are not static beings

While the idea of change sometimes terrifies me

It also brings with it a sense of adventure

Unexplored terrain

Possibilities.