I went out in search of an adventure.
I travelled far and wide, alone,
when I finally found what I’d been looking for.
I came across a waterfall
cascading down rocks of different hues that
formed into geometric shapes over millions of years.
I could hear the rushing of the water,
and the matching rush in my ears as I drew nearer:
in all the stories, the waterfall hid the secrets, right?
I made my way behind where the water tumbled down the rocks,
but instead of a cave hiding unknown mystery
I found a solid rock wall.
I was shocked into silence, a muffled thudding in my ears,
drowned out by the water behind me.
That was the day I learned most about myself, because
in all my cleverly made plans for adventure,
I had never even considered failure.