Found

It's amazing. The places we look for ourselves Without finding; And the places we find ourselves Without looking. So far away From where I began; And finally beginning So far from where I am. How could I have known I'd be at the end of a poem; Why would I have even thought to find Myself, just outside of time. Out there. At the far end Of the pen, In those old words That never end. It is amazing to think A soul could so completely sink, Into the depths of a word... Yet to be spoken, yet to be heard. But there it is. There, where we all lie, Gathered together in the conversation of Life's poetry... Those ageless words That never, ever shall die.