To search for that we do not know

To wonder, desire, want

To fill that void we can not touch

A mind, wondering and wanting yet it can not express

The taste it craves, the knowledge it desires, the burn in the heart

All seem to have them

All seem to seek

Some know they do, some will never admit

And sometimes, sometimes we really don't know.

What is it, that will make me happy?

What is it that I want?

Why am I, feeling so alone in this?

Yet we go on. We survive. Another day, week, month and years

Do we know ourselves? Will we take the time.

Time to stop.

Stop and say, I don't know

Will we admit?

For they say, do not seek a truth, if you are not willing to accept it.

Do we turn a blind eye?

Do we walk away?

Do we step out or just go another day?

Seeking that which we do not know

The dark place. Hiddin in our hearts.

Some know, some don't, some never will.

Yet, with time. With patience. With forgiveness and understanding.

No matter what we find, it is within us.

No matter what we think, it is ours and it is real.

It is but we ourselves who can change ourselves.

When we do it. When we face ourselves. When we know ourselves.

What is it?

What is hidden in the deep?

I find parts of me. I hate them. I love them.

No matter.

I embrace them.

Now I know me.

Now I know what to change.

Now I know what to leave.

For to love, laugh and give.

Why such a mystery?