Through the Looking Glass

In search of truth

I swim through lies, deceit and skepticism.

I walk through streets paved with the broken promises of parents, lovers

and anyone you can trust.

I remember a time when ‘I love you’ had substance,

and now as I grow older those words have become hollow and insincere.

I look inwards and wonder

if the world outside is a reflection of what’s going on within.

am I the person I aspire to be?

am I the kind of lover, friend, co-worker that I can be?

maybe changing the world is impossible,

but I do have the power to change myself.