To understand myself better
I follow the strands intertwined
Each leading to an age old cave
With brand new treasure to find.
To know who am I, and
Why am I this way?
With unknown pattern and missing pieces
An impossible jigsaw to play
To understand why they opine,
Compliling random facts and hearsay
Creating my mutated clone,
to my disgust, distress and dismay
To know that I should
pay courtseys and talk small,
Striving for a normal existence
requires masquerading as a winded doll
To learn to be sophesticated
and respect the way things are
To learn to keep secrets
and juggle puppets from far.
To know this all is false,
a mask for cosmic dance
The real is simple and just me
All else, a whimsical chance
To realise the supreme connection
between the whole and me
To dissolve myself in that
and that in me
