Ponce de Leon

Will you tell me a story Ponce de Leon?
Did you accomplish all you wanted?
I sought the world too
Our paths from there diverged

I moved on from the place where I first knew your name
Friends came with me for part of the way
In the middle of the journey
Curiosity has me questioning fundamentals

On San Francisco Street we saw the mourners
Gathered in one place moving in a haze
We sat among them, separate still
Anxious to move onward to the canyon

Stopping to reassess what I have garnered
Your letters from 1942 I sift through
Tell me about the places you have been
I held your hand trying to divine your thoughts

Questioning the concept of faith
I believe you searched for the wrong grail
Along with your lessons, I have found
Hope is the spring of rebirth

How do I listen to what my heart is thinking?
How do I discover when I emphasize the dramatic?
Where is the essence, the kernel, of truth when surrounded by peripherals?
What I long for
What I need
What I deserve
What I want

Do these thoughts clouds the initial emotions?
What do I know to be the truth?
Does what the truth is matter?
Could misdirection bring what I desire?
Is this the beginning?
Is this an illusion?
Is illusion reality?
Is this right path?

Can imagination bring forth realization?
Is over- analyzation the root to death?
Can acceptance overcome uncertainty?
Does action overcome fear?
Does it exist?
Does it need to?
Does the right now?

Why is my heart beating so hard?
Are these words so powerful?
Are these thoughts?
Is my heart answering my questions?
Do I know the truth?
Can I surmount inaction?

I realize I’ve been here before
I’ve been wrong before
I don’t regret it
But being mistaken about this will hurt
When will I be right?
Will I know?

Can I take the chance?
Can I leap too soon?
Isn’t risk worth the consequences?
Why do I fear?