Detours on the road

What did you expect,
a reason for being.
Wrapped in an agony

Or a wind, blown
by reminisce.
Directing the scenes of life.
over and over again?

That which I sought,
was always inside me.
The whole sun and the
entire sky, knowing itself.

What else is there to find?

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