I Just Am.
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As I stare at my reflections, I can't decide on which direction
I will take to pave my course. Almost all of them feel forced.
They're not for me, they're not real. Only I know what I feel.
They're all just a front, a fake, each one is a mistake.
Wandering my house of mirrors, staring each one in the eye.
I can't just wear the face that's best, if I do the truth will die.
I run my palm along the surface of every part of me I pass
I wait for one to reach for me, to reach out and touch the glass.
I pass by Courage, Confidence Over Faith, and Selfless too.
Even Sensitivity. Telling myself, "None of these will do."
What no one understands, is exactly what I need.
What I search for, what I crave, is my Enlightened being.
To be humbled by the majesty of the mystery that's inside.
To forever expand my knowledge of every dream that has died.
Still I search for my force, browsing both smoke and mirror
I don't know what makes me flawless yet, but the day I do is drawing nearer.
As for now I'll just keep reaching and wait for one to take my hand.
I may not be able to say what makes me flawless, all I know is I just am.