I look around and see them. The others, not me. What are they thinking behind those closed faces Their eyes give me a peak into thatsecret realm, But I am thrown out in confusion. The masses surround me with their clamer for attention! and quest for something else Not the importance, pride or glamour But they look at others for guidance Instead of looking ito their own hearts For more than a path, a guide to Guide the poor seeker into the embrace Of love... Of purity... Of self.