Something

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,

constanthunger for something more than this

I strive to find this beingthat 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 never-ending Somethingthat

I am living deep inside,

depicts the illusion of my

selfand all I have to hide.