I search for the true reflection.
Is it in the mirror or the camera?
Is it in a lover’s eyes or an enemy’s?
I don’t profess to stand on a pedestal,
but I stand on something,
and it seems it’s always something
that knocks me off.
And we may say, I know, I know,
for I have also been there.
I know who she is. I know, I know.
I know the problems she’s facing,
as if we are all wise men.
But it’s becoming clear
that you can only ever walk
in your own shoes.