I know you not, I just seem,
I just seem to participate.
Where you lead me or what I will find,
where I go and what I do.
am I your creator or do you hide in wait?
Do I go on and wait for you to reveal yourself?
Do I search for you?
Do I believe you are there?
A grand scheme, a life in hiding.
Some wondrous adventure or an enormous let down.
Will you evade me and keep silent only to laugh at the end.
Will you then speak in my ear that you never were.
Will you leave me to think, "Is this all there is? Is this all I was meant to be?"
Or will you with a laugh tell me that my destiny was to be but a space in time.
Irrelevent. Without meaning. A leaf in the wind. A blade of grass on the prarie. A drop of water in the ocean.
Do I go on? Do what I can? Maybe, just maybe it doesn't matter?
If that I could believe. If that would fill the void.
They seem to know you. They seem to not care. In their ignorance of you, they seem at peace.
But me. In the confines of my heart, there is no contentment with this.
Speak to me. Leave me not with just a feeling.
Born unto a time such as this am I.
So give it meaning.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:Another set of thoughts written while searching for self.