When time holds up a mirror to my face.
I seek my own enemy;
“As I get not to see I feel this honesty of disgrace.”
When the feel of deception beholds me,
I foul my heart;
“as there was no mere play at place.”
It’s oddly satisfying to know what is not.
To walk this path down by my chase.
I run towards myself at ease,
as I want to follow my stream to earth.
This has not been me to replace.
As I start from the beginning,
To rise one step;
“I seek my inner grace.”