Omnipotent

A wiser version of myself once wrote -
“A child among beasts walks alone”
As a child, I am intimidated by the world I am to set off into.
I am troubled by the possibilities of what beasts I may encounter.
But I must remember to remain open to everything - absolutely everything.
A cowboy cannot remain vigilant to him and his breed unless he
welcomes danger with shiny teeth and crazy eyes.
I cannot allow myself to fall dormant.
I must force myself to continue moving - always moving.
I must remind myself of the static infatuation comes with.
A nomadic soul, a scholarly soul, the soul of an artist must wander alone,
for no one will understand his desire to know everything.
His thirst for awe.
Nobody can walk with him because nobody seeks exactly what he does.
Hell, not even he knows what he seeks.
But the thought of someday learning something and saying,
“There”! “That’s it”! “That’s what I’m looking for”!
is more than enough to drive his calloused feet.
I must remember that.
This very well could be something that’s definite.
And even if I never find it,
I would have led an interesting life.
That alone will be enough to keep me lost and amazed
in this treacherous, beautiful, omnipotent whatever