So Desperate To Know You

Here I am

So desperate to know you.

I have made you

Fashioned you

Longed for you

So desperate to know you.

Yet another comes along

Telling you things

Telling you I’m not all I’m cracked up to be

Not love

Not kindness

Not selflessness

You believe that I am a figment of imaginations before you

That I make up the cancerous woes of society

That without me existing in the hearts of men

The world would be a better place.

Yet here I am

So desperate to know you.

You see

Like that time in your life

Where you were mocked

Ostracised

Alone

When the opinions of others surrounding you

Were formed by the opinions of others further

You were there

Desperate to be known

For who you really were.

Even then 

I was there

So desperate to know you.

But now you see

I, like you, have been mocked

Ostracised

Alone

When the opinions of others surrounding me

Were formed by the opinions of others further

Your own opinions formed by them - your own opinion of me.

This eschatology 

Ontology

This darkened terminology:

Religion

The “cancer” of humanity

A modern day profanity

My name

Mocked

Misunderstood.

“God.”

But here I am

So desperate to be known

For who I really I am.

I am not the umpteenth generational understanding of me

I AM who I AM

The first and last

And when all this comes to an omega ending

The truth, the way and the life - it becomes real to you.

But I don’t want you to simply know that I AM

I want you to know

I desperately want you to know

Me. 

Me.

So here I am.

So desperate to know you.