I Just Am.

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.