Drift

Who wants to be
Where your longings lure
Yet I know I will wade on
Through all I made me
And I will stand
Not strong, not as who I have been
But as all I cannot be
Yet wish to
Like reaching out to a fading star
With little hands
Only to know its futility
Yet to not cry
For I lack the feeling or the strength
One as firm as the storm
Yet in all truths
the calm of your absence in its eye
Would I feel the same sans your absence
Maybe I would
I would not feel otherwise
Or otherwise I would not feel
Yet knowing it as unwise
I do
Maybe it is to be such
Or is it you run
Like I
We are both the same
You or I
Never 'and'
Yet maybe
Such wanton thoughts
Are the senile side
Of who seems like a void