I stuck my hand
Into the shadow
Of my soul
Searching for
Myself
But my hand
Balled into a fist
Emerged into the
Sunshine of my being
Empty
With wide open eyes
I stared into the abyss
Of my subconscious
Hoping to see
Rainbows of existence
But my eyes were blinded
By the inner sun
The brightness of me
Blinking, blinking
Seeing nothing
I cocked my head
Trying to listen
To the sounds
Of my essence
But the only waves
Swirling through
The ear canal
To my brain
Was the tinning
In my ears