A poem about the beauty of just being who we are

Out of Place by: Rhetorical Artz

No building was left unturned

As we searched amongst the ground

What we thought we'd get we never learned

As we lost, looked, and found

No question was left unasked

As we hunted for wisdoms jewel

But what was truly to be unmasked

Was something of a renewal

For "knowing" what we wanted

Was a problem in itself

For when what was needed taunted

We ignored it for something else

But upon unearthing our arrogance 

And ignorance wrapped in one

The truth began to be unwrapped

And our journey finally begun

Upon beginning a true beginning

What became the very joy

Was not in conquering or winning 

But in letting Truth deploy

Truth that what was at first a destination

An exact thing or state or space

Became an outgoing journey of small revelations

Revealing not a thing

Or a stone

Out of Place

The Movement Continues...