A Thought On Me

You may think you know me - having read my writings of random free falling poetry, delved into my psyche in the hidden words within my poems. I assure you, You do not know me. No, you don't. You do not know or understand my mind or thoughts, you cannot fully see my hopes or dreams, my pasts and present futures. You cannot truly read my heart, only your own; embrace life's love and pain and sorrow nor any of those deep inner hiddem lost desires. You do not, cannot know me and I can say this with solid convictions; for in all my subtle revelations and soul searchings, in the prayers and solitary meditations of all my contemplative moments I still - do not know myself.