Searching For Myself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Somewhere, someone in this world may find me as I wander
earth searching for myself, knowing little if anything,
attempting to discover who I am.

Exploring inner byways unexhaustingly all of life, knowing
so much that I now know so very little.

Going deeper into a fine tuned contemplation, seeing so
much, listening eagerly to it all, only finding out once
again, even less about me in this time of so-called
enlightenment.

Not stopping, taking it all in stride, my mind stretching
itself around an inner universe looking for myself more
than ever.