I would be a paradox personified
Or a simile if you may
The mirror gives a different view
It is hard to see yourself as you are.
I would be confused
But so are you or maybe not
Ways of the world are mythical and confounding
Who are they, do they know?
I lurk in my thoughts
They lurk to know what is to know
I sit in the crowd
The crowd sits alone.
Life and Life is part of the search
The search has not yet found its path
I close my eyes, falling in the brightening dark
The colours spreading through the prism He holds
We have faith, wavering and steadfast
Selfless are they who believe so.