Open

it is open, wide
a mind of it's own, eyes peering to the future
hope? desire, maybe
choose to wait, wait to choose
I feel and see an exit, no end
that could be selfish or smart
but indifference fills it
no one can comprehend as
the explanation does not exist,
but, as with all experience,
lessons have been learned
I discover in myself the true
meaning of "me"
incomplete is the story,
voracious is the mind,
open is the heart