My horoscope claimed,
Claimed that I was an explorer once,
And maybe I was.
Sometimes I look out to the ocean,
The trees and wonder.
Did I find those?
Will I discover something new?
Or did I explore emotions.
Discover heartbreak in different lands,
Trying to run away from hurt.
Because sometimes,
A stab to my chest feels like déjà vu.
Maybe we all explored pain of some sorts