meaning in reflection,

watching the ripples replicate

I search the water's surface,

but I know the waters are deep.

What is your priority in life?

Why do you do what you do?

What is causing you to move in a direction?

I identify myself with another,

thinking this will make me whole,

blending in with all the colors,

turning my story into a blur.

What are you putting your trust in?

Where is your support coming from?

Why are you doing what you are doing?

I can see now that my soul speaks,

A thousand voices rushing in,

but I pick them apart until one by one

they dissipate, leaving none

All that's left is what has begun.