Looking Back

Why do I always ask the same
About my future's next caprice?
I think my writings are mundane
They all are lacking mind's peace.

What do I tell about myself
So it is not too much to say?
Where does my heart forgive and delve
Into existence for today?

What do I teach? Who wants to learn?
What do I offer from my soul?
It is so abstract and obscure
That thought which comes to me alone...

When one becomes aware enough
And finally starts to realize
One's own importance to this life
Where ourselves we've recognized
Then staying true to one's own self
And changing cultures for their good,
When the ideas on the shelf
Have all been read and understood...

...Then comes the reign of mind control.
It may work best for us. Who knows?
Where we're aware of its role,
Where we believe in many roads
That meet sometime down the way
And interact, but then regress
Into relieving this distress
With permanence of each new day...


March 30, 2004