Are the things
we are engaged in
symbols of what we are
drawn from the labyrinth
of our hidden being?

we are often unsure
unconscious and unaware
of the true meaning or intent
of our own proclivities--we flounder
in doubt and *****
as though lost
in search of what we don't even know
imprisoned in a wilderness of words
deeds, soliloquies and thoughts
strangers to ourselves
and a mystery to those around us
our real selves are not definable
as we are symbols
puzzles
jigsaw pieces
silhouettes and loose images
even in the light of day
we can't see clearly
being enmeshed in shadows.