Finding Bliss(Ignorance Is)

Who am I? What am I? Where am I? This is what I think, As everything around me moves lazily along, as I, Move at break-neck speed towards finality, and, Question my motives, and motivation, and Conclude that,there are few things I care about: Love, honor, friends, and, family, Puny up against what is real, There is hunger and pain, and, I cannot change it, There is greed and jealousy, and, I have to live with it, Time is my enemy, It is the one thing I cannot control, and, It runs rampant through my heart, My life in shambles, Time is my companion, The only constant in pandemonium, thereby, The only real thing that I know will be there, I give my soul freely to those around me, And hope they appreciate it; and I, Give my love to those who care, And hope that they return it; and I, Find that I can forget about time, If I have someone to share it with; and I, Spend my time searching for that person, and, When I find her, I, Lose myself in her eyes, And throw caution to the wind; I prefer to be lost and unaware.......I wrote this poem 3 years ago before I had a computer.I added it to a poetry site, and the friendly hostess changed the format of the poem itself. This is the way I wrote it. Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 02:33 PM PST   18 • 0 • 12