Unsated

I am unsated
I am unsatisfied
I am lost
Wandering through a wilderness
Of material things
In lands uncharted

I am missing
I have lost something
That I may have never had

I am tumbling
Through an endless night
Of places and people
Far and near

I have nothing
Although I have many things
I am poor
Although I have money

I have no rhythm
I have no meter
I have no rhyme
There is no method
To the madness

Am I lost in a sea
Of tangled and twisted
Trails that lead
Nowehere but to the
Beginning?

Am I incomplete?
An I incoherant?
Do I even understand myself?

Is it nothing but a cheap 
Facade?

The sheet pulled over my
Eyes so I do not see?

Or is it others that
Do not see me?

Enough with the questions
For they have no
Answers

I am confused again
A place of anguish and torment
But perhaps there is
Something else

I am unsatisfied
I hunger
But I do not know how to
Sate this hunger

I am a thirsty man that
Has never known water

If I see it, how will
I know to drink?

I am unsated
I am unsatisfied
I am incoherant

What else is there?
What is left?
I know there is something
But what?

	-- Bem Ajani Jones-Bey	1.10.2002