Do you see 'You' or is it just me
At times I would like to be
the only one who could ever see behind the reflection and look at the 'Me' in the eye
asking the me of myself
the question
why?

The answer I seek will be there
but do I dare peek
could I accept the answer
I seek?

Another question which will always arise
Is,
Through whose eyes do I look when I see-are they yours-or do those eyes have their origins in me?
It's not easy to be
any kind of me.

Behind the glitter and gloss lies ill fortune and loss and the certain conviction
there could be so much more than this.
Did I miss the cue
Was I informed
were you?
Do the few of us cling to the things that will bind us in mindless acceptance or do we let go?
Do we drift
Does it show that I'm lost,estranged from the 'You'
can you see me
here in the dead sea
drowning?

And in between lines on those in between times when I rest and take notice of what's going on-what's going on in my mind is that the Venetian type blind is slowly being shut.
Not yet the camera but still I can try.Always asking the me of myself.
Why?