Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount, 
as I search, and
 search and search. Road blocks abound
 as others 
hold up their arms,
 defiantly saying no. Seems insane I think
 delving
 into infinity
 with
 the brain power
 entrusted to me. Is it simply better to
 accept what I see, to enjoy
 that juicy steak? Or, should Don Quixote
 like I be,
tilting my lance
 toward 
 my inner being, while defiantly
 waving my sword
 at infinity? I depart now
 for dinner
 a fat and juicy steak. But, 
I’ll be back, to once again tilt my lance toward infinity.