West Southwest

We each find our own direction,
our location, our journey, our ideal.
Some of us are born there,
some drift there, others migrate
while still more feel misplaced

through life. What's my place?
A mixture of Old South, Wild West
and Go west, young man.

 

Asked what color I was
I once claimed grey,

toyed with black and white
until an epiphany revealed
my puce. I chose gray 

because I want to be gray
and I'm afraid I'm really fuchsia.
Or chartreuse.
I've tried to find a spelling
for puese which Bobbie says
is green, not pink, but I haven't.
I FOUND IT!  It's puce and I'm right,
it's a pink/purple instead of a green!

And since then I've known my nature
to be true puce.

 

Who are you? What is your nature?
When will you stop pretending,
cease forcing what others want
and identify your own nature?
When you let go, find your peace,
you will find yourself.