Seekers (A Star Wars Poem)

No one.
You are no one.

A living anomaly in a world of steel and night.
A drop in an ocean of black and white.
You are a robot, bending to their will.
You are an ant, nothing to an army.
The things you want to do are the things you cannot do.
The things you cannot do are the things you must.

You have a name,
A series of letters and numbers only yours,
But still,
You are no one.

This life of sliding shadows is all you've ever known.


You have no one.


No one.
You are no one.

A sprig of life in a hungry red desert.
A grain in a screaming sandstorm.
You are a vulture, watching the weak.
You are an insect, picking the bones of monsters.
The places you want to go are places you've never known.
The places you know are parching to your soul.

You have a name,
One that slips off the tongue like slick sunshine,
But still,
You are no one.

This life of shifting sand dunes is all you've ever known.


"All I've ever known" is a foolish thing to say in a universe
Where planets burst and evil stirs and the last of the Jedi lurks.

Anything could happen.

No one could become Someone.
You could find
a purpose,
a family,
a home,
yourself.

You could find yourself.