What is this thing,
my heart my soul.
Who am i
beneath this role?

Where do i belong,
when i am where i don't want to be.
What is this concept of "home"?
This idea is foreign to me.

Who are the people i love,
Are they here or there?
Why does my soul
feel so bare?

Why do I feel empty-
Even though I know I'm full?
So wise-
and yet a fool.

So many questions
and no simple answers.
This poem simply a quest
To discover what lies beneath the rest.

Curious