The Labyrinth Poem by leonard daranjo

Even in my most
conscious moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still asleep
Even in my most
joyous moment,
there’s part of me
that’s sorrowful
Even in my most
magnanimous moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still unkind
Even in my most
enlightened moment,
there’s part of me
that’s hard to find
Even in my highest
moment of confidence
there’s part of me
that’s still in doubt
Even in my highest
moment of clarity
there’s part of me
that’s still confused
Even in my most
pleasurable moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still in pain
Even in my highest
moment of truth,
there’s part of me
that lives a lie
Even in my most
forgiving moment,
there’s part of me
that’s unforgiving
Even in my most
patient moment,
there’s part of me
that’s always hurried
Even in my moment
of serenity
there is part of me
that’s in conflict
Even in my most
peaceful moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still at war
Even in my most
lived moment
there is part of me
that wants to die
Even in my most
liberated moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still a slave