January 6 1999
Arcane

Stare off in the distance
Yet no one wonders more than me,
Who is it that I look for?
What is it I shall find?

Distractions come
And senses go
Until all that’s left
Is me with a memory
And it’s really not enough.

I crave the truth,
But still I fear
The outcome of what has already past
Who knows the truth?
Only one
Who will know the truth?
Only One.

Am I at fault for wanting more?
If I wanted less would I be sure
That the truth I held would satisfy,
We are alone
You are
Am I?

Without one still with the other
But there was only two
An equation minus necessary facts.
Silence doesn’t cure the madness
Embedded in my soul.

Part of me has vanished
Is it sitting now with you,
Or has it gone to where it came from
It was something I never had before
Maybe it wasn’t meant for me,
But who decides for me?
Would I decide for you?
I wouldn’t spare the time
How little is there left?
Too much was wasted
Too much is hated
Too much tries to pass a hint
To those who just don’t know.