Lost is the man who passes by me on the street

He cannot seem to find his way

Or even know where he should be

But this man is so familiar

His persona looks like mine

But he cannot be the same

For I am here, I know the way

 

But it really seemed to puzzle me that he continued on

Was it true that he was wandering?

Or could I be the lost one?

That’s such a foolish proposition

For I’ve always known the way

Oh Just look at where I am

If you were here wouldn’t you stay?

 

Yet my steps turned round 180

And my new ones became his

I then followed him incessantly

Until his tracks came to an end

Before a building now I stood

And I stared into the glass

But the man that looked back at me

Wasn’t I, but the one that I had passed

 

That glass made my sight so clear

I could now see who I was

Though once convinced I walked the right path

It was obvious that I had lived

Behind a lens that was falsehood

It is time I start to figure for myself

What my life thus far has been

Have I lived a life of goodness?

Or been driven by my sin?