I pick up this pen and paper
What do I feel?
 Some undying question burns in my soul.
I yearn to set it free
 Is it so wrong to know what's right?
 I'm an inferno with my head being torched in the center.
What remains to be seen?
 Am I really that blind?
Unlock that forbidden door
 Look inside and decode its mysteries.
Surely the answer lies there.
Which box is it in?  What room?
Centuries will pass before I know!
 Wait!  I see a light!
There is nothing there but a face
 It appears to belong to no one but my own.
The answer is within my face?
 My blue eyes with golden fire knows the place.
  The windows to my soul are that
    which are beyond my control.
Is the gray there for the enigma?
 My essence knows my fate.
 It hides it well
Such things are forbidden for even my eyes to see.
A gate opens and I finally see
 The journey that life has lead me on
Roads criss and cross leaving me
 Alone once more with that Mona Lisa 
smile which illuminates an unearthly face.
Again it's me-but she sees what I cannot
 Reassuring to know that my glow
Does indeed come from me alone.
 She faded away leaving me be
  Whispering of the future and reassuring
 me and my whimsical ways.