Thoughtful — among the many voices around me,
Thoughtful — through the long passing of hours,
Thoughtful, I move along the road of unknowing.
A road of questions, of chaos without answers,
A road of doubt, of conversations and silence,
A road of us all — longing for understanding.
Understanding — born of effort and struggle,
Understanding — heavy, so hard to attain,
Understanding — sought from another human being.
A human lost in a world of new ideas,
A human searching for peace and for love,
A human wandering along unfamiliar paths,
A human — one of a kind.
Thoughtful — once again among many voices around me,
yet now I listen, I grasp their true tone,
and I know that each carries their own truth.
Thoughtful — in the same world,
yet a different one, seen through the eyes of understanding.
And perhaps this was the point all along —
to return to where I once set out,
but with a peace and a silence
I had never known before.