The more I think I know

The more I think I know shows me that I know so little...

What is truth other than what we want it to be?

Sometimes my mind is not my own....

That voice calling me is none other than my own..but somehow....it's not

No one is here but me...not the me that you might know, the me that only I know

Who knows what happens when we die?  Not you, not me, but so many will find out

tonight...and every night...it's all the same.

I want to give up sometimes....but I am not a quitter.

I want to sleep forever sometimes, but then what would inspire my dreams?

I've achieved something that I've been aiming at for a long time...

I no longer care.

What happens happens, some things you can change, some things you cannot.

No use crying over spilled milk when you can clean it up and pour yourself another

glass.

I can say this and say that, but all I know is what I know...what I've done, who I've seen,

where I've been.

Ah music.  So much it saves me.  Saves me from being pulled under by the ever lapping

waves of loneliness.

When it seems the light is fading... after some time of waiting...it is back to guide me

home.

Sporadic but always on time...

Can say the words you never knew you wanted to speak...

Emotions shown you never knew you were missing...

Who's to say, what I need.  Guess that would be me.

So then, why do we lie?

Because with the truth, our true face is revealed.

The face we try to hide...the real me, the real you.

Sometimes, some things are better left a   s.e.c.r.e.t.

Truth is as selfish as a thing some name as 'love'...what we give, we want to receive.

Why would we want to hide?  Well, who's to say?

And what is this 'love' anyway?

Selfless in its purest form.

Wanting only happiness and peace for the recipient....not expecting anything in return.

But our human hearts are by definition not so pure...

So trite it has become...

We use the word to describe a feeling far from what we intend.

Jealousy, possessiveness, reciprocity, guilt, greed, lust, want, desire, yearning, longing,

romance, something to kill loneliness with....

Love is none of the above

Love is nothing, love is everything....most likely the purest love we will ever know is the

parent-child love...all you want is for you children to be happy and healthy and to grow up

well....usually.

I think I could love someone, yeah I'm pretty sure I could.

I'm not as selfish as some people I've come across in my score of a lifetime

Love, love, love....do I love anyone now?

Well, I must say that there are some people's deaths that would make me sad.

I generally wish everyone well.  But love?  It's hard to say.

Some would say that there are some people who I HAVE to love...but...well who's to say?

Love is what it is....nothing I can change....so let's not cry about it.

Ah it's almost a new day.

And so it is.

See? I told you at the beginning...the more I think I know, the less I find that I really do.