Point of View.

Look in the mirror
What or who do you see?
Or as you look into a puddle you see a vision
Things gone by or just filthy water.
Keep looking, turn around
You're bound to find something.

Pacing, retracing, and finally you hit the finish line.
Inches from it you stop, but you don't know why.
Is it because the contest is a lie,
And there is no prize.

Keep looking,
Keep searching,
Losing oneself to it all.
This mock contest, this fakeness
You try to figure it out...
Aimless.

Eventually, you run again. Faster now faster.
Are you running because of the contest or because of yourself?
Do you know who you are? Have you figured it out?
Everyone sees you one way,
And you see yourself another.

How you see yourself is important, but don't forget that...
you have a face to put toward the world.