Give me a mirror, and ill show you a shell of a man. One who is running in place, but knows not from where he ran. Whos wheels keep spinning, racing and rolling. Obsessed with the race and what place he is holding. Whos world is filled with simple minded drones. Whos minds are simply filled with sticks and stones. Throwing them with the hopes of breaking your logic. Unaware that what they say is blatenly idiotic. Reciting you storied of salvation and magic. Followed up by purification and an ending so tragic. But you are not swayed by their tricks of the trade. You stick to your principles and the conclusions you've made. Living the life on a path you see as right. One that will lead you into the proverbial light. But the light at the end is no tunnel you see. Its a forest of darkness filled with so many trees. No path lined up or lines in the road. No number houses with an area code. Simply given a task that involves you to search. And many peoples feet lead them right into church. But for the man whos feet keep spinning everyday, this simple minded answer is not the right way. For the shell he cares can only be filled, with that which is found in the world that he builds. Understanding the gamble he plays in life, is not about who is wrong and who is right. Truth is the focus of the task he's been given, fueled by a soul that is unmistakable driven. To search and search until his answers are found, and whos mission in life is to find common ground. Ground where we can stand and see eye to eye, and agree upon principles set down by you and I. So when you see this man who cares a shell, do not preach to him about heaven and hell. Preach to him about life and what it has shown you. Help him to see what you have gone through. For its not the life we strive for that defines our soul, but rather the part we play that defines our role.