Mysterious Me

Mysterious me.
Whom closes his eyes
and blindly foresees.
A truth, a reason
a need to disagree.
With hunger of love
and thirst to be free.

But why so deeply
and complex must I go?
Lost into myself
far inside a dark tunnel,
waiting for the light to flash.
And how much of me
is my subconscious unknown?
searching for a spark
wishing my mind
to be blown.

What a big fear I have
of not knowing who I am,
unaware of destinations,
and socially puzzled.
What a great realm
of blissful information
trapped in my head
that if only I could understand
would than receive
true guidance.

Maybe the why
is too superficial
Maybe the why
is too rational.
The questions I need
are the ones that can inspire.
A passionate fire
A red rose to bloom.