Searching
 

The soul and mind of a body are a vast and weary sea
Its tides, its weathers, its every aspect of perpetual life is
affected by its surroundings.
At this time, I am a lone sailor travelling the sea of my heart and soul.
Questing for reason, for purpose, for answers and direction.
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Why am I here?
The ocean of my being is an uncharted territory, only accesible by
the ones I truley love and myself.
It is usually cast away to a hidden place, away from the prying eyes of my peers.
Few know what truely exists there, even fewer could ever even hope of visiting my world.
I am lost at sea right now, on a heroic journey to find my lost comrade.
My true being.

Its interesting... the "true self" metaphor. I like how you relate it to the sea. I get this real archetypal feeling of being in a womb... don't know if it is intentional, I find that the womb metaphor tends to be inadvertant more times than not. I like it, maybe you could do more with it?