What is this passion <br />that so fills my soul? <br />This insisting urge to seek the <br />hidden pathways of my mind? <br />Like a dangling rock that <br />threatens to fall, <br />I am on edge waiting <br />for a message, <br />or a path to follow. <br />What is this fear that so <br />grips me when I look <br />out at the world? <br />This tangled vision that guides me <br />through the shallow patterns of life? <br />People pass me by and smile <br />wishing me a 'good day' and <br />an insincere smile. <br />I smile back, equally insincere <br />and we drip with false faces <br />so easily worn. <br />What is this doubt <br />that so caresses my heart? <br />I fear to touch the truth. <br />I fear to be the truth. <br /> <br />An ant is but one part of the puzzle.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-dangling-rock/
