When one learns to tolerate lack of

Lacking things such as light, sound and vibrancy

With enough missing to feel missed

How does one inspire?

Breathing deeply I shall not want for

As I stand idly by simultaneously I’m

Scanning endlessly looking for involvement

Myself seems obstructed yet it is illusive

I’m here on a hunt

I’m here and everywhere

Each day is separate by our own hands

Even right now my existence is only whatever I’m deciding

Lessons tell us to open our hearts

As I get by my illusive

I’ll let you know what the truth is