And so it came to bethis isolation that I amI can only look to meto find the way it all began -this confusion, constanthunger for something more than thisI strive to find this beingthat I envision, yet seem to miss.Could it be that I am empty-or maybe a little lost?Could it be that I am lonely,or seek happiness at any cost?This never-ending Somethingthat I am living deep inside,depicts the illusion of myselfand all I have to hide.