When do we discover ourselves,
If not in solitude?
Solitude, where we are but
with our thoughts.
Thoughts that stem from deep within
and come forth to the surface,
unwilling to stay where they were?
The same thoughts that shape us,
Unwittingly, always, shape our company
and if uncomfortable in solitude, how can there be comfort in company?
You have eternity to a butterfly's days,
to flirt with a zillion new thoughts.
To go down those unknown paths, scary and dark, beautiful and light
To try those preposterous things we fancy,
To tire ourselves out by facing our faces when we step up to embrace,
the beauty that is solitude
We don't have forever
But we do have what we do.