already there

where are you,
what steps
have you ascended
or fallen
down upon.
what path have
you taken, what
circle
are you stuck
in. your map
is in the wind.
the isle of
your youth is
gone, out of
sight.
there is something
else approaching.
something
akin to darkness,
but with a strange
embracing
light.
where are you?
does it matter
anymore to answer
that. did it ever?
you have always
been there,
in the place
you've wanted to
go. always.