Self analysis,
Self actualization,
Self appreciation,
Self approach.
I dove into my mind,
It holds, it contains,
Every bit of me,
Logic and emotion.
I derived all principles,
Learned and learning,
Everything I could,
About myself.
To unravel all,
To understand it,
To upkeep sanity,
To underlie emotion.
I create a matrix,
Of my inner self,
To explain everything,
To discern who I am.
This is to satisfy,
The desire to know,
This emotion,
The driving force.
But it was for nothing,
But it was not,
But it helps,
But it changes nothing.
At the very core,
What makes myself,
Is a backer,
To give birth to love.
That word is justification,
To everything that I know,
It prattles on inside,
Screaming for a truce.
Because when you get to the itty-bitty
Because when you get to the nitty-gritty,
This lifetime of unraveling complexity,
Is derived from the simple desire to love,
And to be loved in return.