Why?

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