Truthseeker

I am a Truthseeker..
You are an anecdote,
Who moves in step
With what I seek...
Paving a way,
As is yours to do...
And as it happens, I'm
Inclined to follow
What bricks you lay...
Not after you, per say...
But, down the path that is already
Worn a bit, and well lit...
It's self preservation, you see...
We are different that way...
In relation to our apparent dangers...

Indeed, I am a Truthseeker--
Surrendering my desires,
Etching away to the Core
Of my being, and it happens
That some prior essence of you
Has steeped the layer that I'm
Presently working through
For some time now
Previously undiscovered...
So I apologize if it reeks
And spills somehow over
Onto you..
Nonetheless, I must air it...

I am the Truthseeker
And you are a dream to me
Which is very risky business indeed...
For to carry you in my heart
Will result in eventual confrontation--
I cannot forget that you exist
Objectively , although my experience of You
Is utterly imagined...
And eventually my desires
Will weigh against reality
(perhaps very soon)...
Yet the dream gives me flight...
Pushing me towards my highest Self
And so right or wrong, I'm called
To follow it. It is a part of my Truth...
Though it may be cold, jagged wrought-iron
Or worse yet, warm soaked steel
Blood stained red, pierced
Inevitably
In the proverbial still beating heart....