still cold

let me repeat
i'm cold
and this time not because of the temperature
or my internal feeling of loneliness
but because inability to warm my own soul
and yeah I am alone
but not from me being before
myself,
whole.
1 is a number just as two
but 1 is more lonely in the years of thy youth
shame on my for not finding myself
so how can i gripe about not finding someone else
so the inability to find the knowledge of my inner essence
means another being's presence, or lack there of
makes my knack for love, an unfit glove
for someone who finds finding the self more than enough
being cold
makes me afraid because of that fact that at this point
i havent found my own joint and even if i have
i might not have made my point
so i solidify my past, because i cant foresee the future
nobody knows
where we are headed, for we are all indebted to perfection
and in need of dire correction, but how do we spread it?
certainly not through convection, but through selection
of the direction, that may lead us to resurrection.
look at me talking about us because i am afraid to deal with my self
this is not a we problem, it is a me problem
and until i solve it, it will be a steep mountain
that might be impossible to climb
and the fear in my mind
is that if to life
i do submit
and reach the summit
and years of struggle
time upon time more old
climbing longer that stories told
that i'll reach about the sun
and still be cold.