An element of Something

I want to be a part of something
Not any revolution & not any change

An incessant world of covariance

With composure of chance & a jumble of state

Want to let it go; want to let my hair down

I want to be at peace with what is still unfound

That which has ceased to exist, my own..

And the new affiliates of an old caravan

Inner strength that I was proud of

Or a new-found confidence that might as well be a farce

With highs of life & bitter experiences of lows

I want to go out exploring, for I am a wiser self now

It is stuck in continuity, with a chain of caveat

Smothering all hopes with cuffs of beliefs

Mind breaks the inertia, is a point to moot

Yet I want to be a part of something, something that is ineffably true...