My hope is that I'll someday find
that one piece of myself
That special something, not within
you find in someone else.

My openness and broadened mind
make this, sometimes, a chore
And so I go on searching yet,
past those whom I bore.

Some see in my unconcious mind
things that they do not like
And others turn to hatred simply
out of jealous spite.

I have found few who see in me
some brittle grain of worth
And yet they turn away in light
of my lack of self-worth

I have met others who have found
within me things they like
But they live often far away
and lead a distant life,

So I go searching ever on
as my hope rise and fall
And hope that I will never miss
an answer to my call.

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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