I am about to blossom
A little bud of life
A seed of knowledge
Has arise
Weak and fragile
Standing on two feet
Curious it is its nature
This journey of mine
At crossroads its stuck
Ambiguous are my roots
Searching, always probing for meaning
Look out and see nothing
Look inside and see more confusion
Borderline madness
Looking through the speculum
I see endless cycles of oblivion
The void is immeasurable
I need to find my flower
To bloom outside the gloom
Victoria Odey 