And so it came to be
this isolation that i am
i can only look to me
to find the way it all began,
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
i strive to find this being
that i envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that i am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that i am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This neverending something
that i am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all i have to hide.
