most of the time
i can read other people
and understand their thoughts
and what they want
more than i can my own.
all just by looking into their eyes
i can understand them
better than i can understand myself

the real mystery
i want to be able to comprehend
is why i came here as myself,
nothing more, nothing less
but really, why not something better?

i look and seek
for the answers to my questions
but each time
i come away with the same response
to look within my mind
to find them there
and that they *are* there

now i sit here
and stare into the mind
that i hold before me
searching desperately
for something that i hope i can find
before i die.
 

9:46 PM 11/29/98
aek