Patchwork Heart

 

Who am I?

 

I still do not know as yet, mayhaps I never will

Just a collection of thoughts I had sat upon my windowsill

Looking on the starry night and often caught a chill

 

A muddle of conflicting dreams

Passed around and inbetween

All ideas have ever been

 

From everyone I ever knew

Their beliefs all tangled grew

But what is right and what is true?

 

I still do not know as yet, mayhaps I never will

Just a collection of thoughts I have sat upon my windowsill

Looking on the starry night and often catch a chill