What is this passion br that so fills my soul? br This insisting urge to seek the br hidden pathways of my mind? br Like a dangling rock that br threatens to fall, br I am on edge waiting br for a message, br or a path to follow. br What is this fear that so br grips me when I look br out at the world? br This tangled vision that guides me br through the shallow patterns of life? br People pass me by and smile br wishing me a 'good day' and br an insincere smile. br I smile back, equally insincere br and we drip with false faces br so easily worn. br What is this doubt br that so caresses my heart? br I fear to touch the truth. br I fear to be the truth. br br An ant is but one part of the puzzle.br br Chris G.