Do you really think you want to know?
Why it sometimes rains
sometimes snows.
Do you ever want to see the whole of me?
Sometimes a misty blue
sometimes grey.
Do you think I'm just the man that's me?
Sometimes with a bag of needs
sometimes free.
Do you really see what's here beneath the fear?
Sometimes hard to find
sometimes clear.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-questions/
