Star in the sky, winking at me. Tell me your story. Will that set me free?
Why am I still searching? Will I ever know? Someone must tell me so I may go.

Question no answer. Lost in the dark. Floundering about, leaving no mark.
How can  I fix this? What should I do? Who am I and how do I find you?

People meander, like fish in a bowl. Swimming and swimming with no end goal.
Yet they keep going, unfazed by the pain. I can’t understand what is to gain?

Where am I going? What will I do? Should I keep swimming and floundering too?
I hoped for much more but perhaps this is it,  accept what you have, own your own ****.

All  I can do is sigh with bemusement. I can’t move forward. My mind simply refuses.
There is  no round up to this poem/story/rant.  I want to be myself but it seems I just can’t.

I want to know me, be true and be good. But all I seem to do is  dream about “could”.
Another sigh for good measure, thrown out into space, at least I’ve written something, saved some face.