Who am I for now? Destined for desolation. But I can’t end it.
Losing, spiraling Out of control, without hope Where is my footing?
A mythical catch. Pretty, wondrous, enchantment Coming on a rainbow
Mirror, mirror, Why is she the most fair? Seething in self-sight, Legs full of hair, with a dress so tight. All desires floating in air, Reality not so contraire.
Sometimes my mind is weak. Sometimes my heart is soft. Sometimes my knees give out. Sometimes my soul is damaged. Sometimes my spirit is diminished. Sometimes I don't know what to do. Sometimes my beliefs are challenged. Sometimes I wonder... ...is there truly a Moral Absolute?