The rain falls as he waits for his calling.
His calling from the unknown that is trying
to help him understand the reason for life.
The reason for being who he is.  The reason
for just being alive.  The reason to find
out if anyone in the world cares, if anyone
in the world knows.  Knows what he knows,
knows what he feels, knows what he does
and how he does it.  To know and to also
understand him.  To understand is not in
him now.  He is in need of enlightenment, but
no one will take the task to help him take the
step into reality.

He lives in his own world, looking out his
windows into the rain.  Not seeing more than
five feet in front of him because of the rain,
but he still has the ability to see miles into
his dismal future.  He keeps waiting for his call,
but no one is calling.  He sits, waits, thinks, and
ponders the future, but he doesn't know what the future
could hold for him.  He waits for years sitting in
front of his windows.  Waiting for something to
happen.  He must keep going, he must wait in
all of those yeras to find out what it is
he is supposed to learn.  He just sits
there like a object.  And object of
the world in which he is a very
small minority.

The lights start to turn on, he starts to realize.
The reason for life is in front of him, and he is
about to find it.  He is about to find out what
others might have in store for him.  He is going
to find out in one minute what people have taken
a lifetime to try to find.  He sees everything now
and is waiting for someone to take him in and show
him more.  The light in all of it's glory is the
most beautiful thing seen to man, but now that he
understands, it is just a simple light that shows
him no more.

He stands.  Walks, talks, that is his purpose.  The
purpose of life is just that, to live, and to go
about living it to the best of his ability.  But
there is something missing, what could it be?  He
doesn't know.  The whole purpose of life is something
that has evaded him for years, and now that he knows
the simple answer, he doesn't know what is left in his
life.  He tries to find something to do.  It all seems
so futile now.  It seems worthless to do anything.  For
most of his life he has sat in a house and just thought
about what he would wear one day, who he would care for
the next.

Wishes.  Wishing he now didn't know the answer, then his
life would be normal.  To be enlightened with what others
do not know is the responsiblity that should be left with
no one.  He sits.  Thinks, he lost the ability to enjoy
life, even though it is his purpose.  He knows all answers
and now is bored with just simple every day life.  He stands,
leaves, goes out to enjoy his life, but he can't.  Everything
is known and everything is not enough.  He needs more than you
and I do, he needs the glorious light again.  He needs to get
to know more.  His life is for information.  His talents?  He
only has one for learning what to do next.  What could his next
thought be?  What will the next move be is all he thinks.  Will
he go to one place, will he get married, will he have children,
will he have a life.  All this time he could be out, but now
with the knowledge that others search for also, he feels that his
life is already filled.

Some things are best left to not be told, and the best secrets are just the
secrets that everyone searches for.  When they are found, their lives will be
over, as it is achieved.  Knowledge is the worlds most important object.  But
some knowledge is best left untold.

-MistaWho-