Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am.
Far out into the
Universe
I search,
as far
as the eye can see.
So many questions
I have,
but true answers
a rare commodity.
Frustrations mount, as I search, and search and search.
Road blocks abound as others hold up their arms, defiantly saying no.
Seems insane I think delving into infinity with the brain power entrusted to me.
Is it simply better to
accept what I see,
to enjoy
that juicy steak?
Or,
should Don Quixote
like I be,
tilting my lance
toward
my inner being,
while
defiantly
waving my sword
at infinity?
I depart now for dinner a fat and juicy steak.
But,
I’ll be back, to once again
tilt my lance toward infinity.