“Where is it I must go?”,
I ask my mirror’s reflection
Is there truly something missing,
Or do I miss imperfection?
I’ve yet to wander far enough
To dull my soul’s reverberations
My body, a holy temple fueled by resounding purpose
GONGG…..GONGG…..GONGG…..
Do I truly know my calling,
Or is my longing just a comfort?
If I am grateful for my life,
Should I worry time is too short
To spend any of my days
Without some type of progress to report?
I worry I am drifting asleep. I need to wake up before it’s too late
GONGG…..GONGG…..
What if I gave it up?
I fear it might end really bad
Would the universe reject me
And crumble everything I had,
Make sure that I was forced
To fulfill some sort of soul contract?
If I knew which one was my opponent, I could be prepared to fight
GONGG…..
I wonder, will I ever make it?
Is there even an “it” to make?
If there is something I desire,
Then is it something I will create?
Do I focus on my blessings
Or on a treasure that might be fake?
I ask for a sign that I am doing the right thing
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Let me know how you interpret the ending. I feel there are multiple interpretations