I Will Ramble

I don't think I have any loyal readers.... As a matter of fact,
I am not sure if anyone reads this at all much less very ofter
If you're reading this, don't you have anything better to do?
I guess not, so maybe that makes us passengers in the same boat.

The boat of people who are looking for something more than what they see.
Or what the world let's them see. *shrugs* I do not know the certainty of that.
I am no mind reader, as much as I try to be one, as much as I attempt
to understand the ebb and flow of the human mind and soul.

But what I do know is that, though we may long for understanding,
we are afraid of being truly understood. Then again,
if complete and utter understanding of one another were ever to be achieved,
what need would there be for language, art, communication?
Would there ever be a need for us to ever open our mouths again?
I would think not. Or maybe I'm just generalising. Who cares? Not you. Why should you?
I am just another lone voice in a vast sea of screaming people.

It's obvious, in a way, that we all want to be misunderstood.
To remain a mystery. To remain enigmas. Why is that?
So that other people might actually wanna bother finding out who we are.
And still, we persist with the mystery, if only
to keep others interested, to keep others wanting to know more.

I am an open book. Would you want to read, what I have to say?