Not All Who Wander Are Lost.

When I look into the mirror, I see,
Everything including the darkness,
That hides within me,
The picture of myself, that i drew.

Am I still myself?
Am I what I want to be,
Or just a photocopy,
Of what people want to see.
Maybe I lost my identity,
I have forgotten who actually I am.

I have wondered, maybe it is time,
To convene with the divine.
But I stopped myself as I relived the pain,
Of dying to create myself again.
My eyes are brimming, they don't overflow.
I look up at the sky,
And the mirage below.

Wait, stop.
I've already walked the drunken walk.
It is time to be myself,
It is time to break or make.
I don't care if i drop my scores,
I don't care if they shut all doors.
I don't care if they never agree,
As long as I know i am, just Me.

Suddenly, all the words are lit.
Life's a shiert of the perfect fit.
When I'll look into the mirror I'll se,
Everything, including the darkness,
Moving away from me.
Whem you are an adult,
Who doesn't feel like one,
Listen, absorb, detox and defrost.
Remember, Not all who wander are lost.