One

I look around, And I'm alone In a crowd That's having fun. But I wonder What fun is this That has no aim Beyond the run Of time spent With not a rhyme Of reason or Rational thought, Desire to build A future life, An end to strife, Together with Another soul. Then one day There's someone there, Hoping that I'll notice her, Wond'ring what I think of her, And wond'ring, too, what I would do If I knew That she was free To be with me, To get to know If we could be ... One. Could we be Together alone, In the crowd Yet not so loud, No aimless goals, Our purpose known To us, and us alone? Can we be ... One? But all these thoughts Are but the chaff Of giving Self, O! selfish Self! Pow'r to deny That which is right, that which is true, The real inquiry, The need to know If you are the soul I need, I want. Are you that one Who will abide, Whom I can bide, Stay by your side, As One? That is the real, That is the true, The only question That needs to be Answered by you, Answered by me, In time, in time! The only way, If we are to be, We must make the time To find the answer, To know the Truth, Discover if We are, Or can be... One.

© Donald C. Rice Jr.