This is the first poem I've posted, any comments?

Life.
Happy mostly,
sometimes.
But then there are the cliffs,
the drops leading into voids.
Intellect searching for reasonable meaning.
Longing for value,
Searching for unique and important ways
to express unique and important thoughts
and finding them simple rehearsals
of the individual multitudes.
Longing for acceptance in originality, that,
when analyzed,
looks so much the same as the current Popular.

But then there are other times.

Paths of strong purpose underfoot
lend my heart innocent pleasure.

The peace when the all connect, joint-in-socket,
perfect!
It's when emotions accept a meaningful goal,
and in my heart I accept myself.
This is bliss unadorned with masks of gaudy laughter,
Wholesome, complete;
Moist, dark soil beneath my feet.
Mineral, ethereal;
Pleasure sweet.

(A poem by Quidne)