Into the bowels of my being I go,
searching for who I am.

Far out into the
 Universe
 I search,

as far
as the eye can see.

So many questions
 I have,

but true answers
a rare commodity.

Frustrations mount,
as I search, and
 search and search.

Road blocks abound
as others 
hold up their arms,
defiantly saying no.

Seems insane I think
delving
into infinity
 with
the brain power
 entrusted to me.

Is it simply better to
accept what I see,

to enjoy
that juicy steak?

Or,

should Don Quixote
like I be,
tilting my lance
toward 
 my inner being,

while

defiantly
waving my sword
at infinity?

I depart now
 for dinner
a fat and juicy steak.

But,

I’ll be back, to once again

tilt my lance toward infinity.