Fallen Stars

The thinker in me continues to find meaning..
The philosopher in me says that its a futile excercise - the minute I find my answer - my questions will change..
The artist in me says she can find colors to match every emotion
The writer in me says there will be prose in perfection ..and in pain..
The child in me wants to be rescued
The survivor in me wants to finish the fight
The disciple in me seeks a divine intervention
The spiritual in me says all this is an illusion anyways
The pragmatist in me wants to find a solution
The practical in me says finding the solution will be easy ..implementing it will be tougher ..
The traveller in me wants to keep walking
The human in me needs some rest
Where do we go from here ?
And what will we find when we get there ?