Who would have thought
After all these years
I would find myself
Inside a small box
When all along I was sure
That this is everything
The world has to offer
Or rather I have to offer to the world?
Who would have thought
That these very eyes
Would begin to see
Everyone in a fresh light
When all along I was sure
That I had my senses under control
When in fact the senses controlled me?
Who would have thought
That I would discover
Parts of me which I
Never knew existed
When all along I was sure
That I know everything
There is to know about my personality
Or rather everything there is to know about myself?
Frank Solanki 