Soul Mirage

You think you’re looking for yourself.
You think that’s you in the distance,
And then you grow excited, since

On approach it seems like many
Yous, a whole family of yous,
Tribes of yous, a forest of yous.

You’ve found yourself among humans.
The world is green and you belong.
Your future with humans shimmers,

And you draw closer still, closer.
And then you see you’re a mirage.
That’s not you, or yous, or your tribe,

The forest’s not even forest,
There’s nothing for you here but sand,
All the small, soulful grains of sand

That make up mind, the soul’s mirage.
So you collapse, weeping Scetic,
Those tears your only oasis.