to be...

do we need the money, or someone's patient ear or someone to love? what drives us? what is the veil behind our lusts, or greed, dreams and unvarnished quest for fame? whom do we want to be? why aren't we going with the flow? why do we blog and fall in love, or never out of it, even after years? who cares for us, and us them, and why? do we need to figure out these things or just bob around, like a leaf coursing through a stream? life is like a leaf drifting serenely along a seemingly myriad course. to be is to put pen to paper, and wait for the comments;-)