And so it came to be
this isolation that I am.
I can look to only me
to find the way it all began-
this confusion, constant hunger
for something more than this.
I strive to find this being,
Yet still I seem to miss.
Could it be that I am lonely
Or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending something
has left me somewhat lost.
This never-ending something
that I am living deep inside...
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
