Here we are, spilling our thoughts and emotion, Looking, I realise the necessity. Sullen rain, rapid feet, pressure. Here we were, searching the depths; taking the steps toward meaning. Looking out far, we see the stars; they are not, they are not. Worried, hopeful, brave; that we are.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I stared and realised,
I was truly me, Lewis Sandilands.
But more than a name, a face also,
With emotion .
I’ve always been me.
I had lost it; the knowing of myself.
Knowing I was the face and emotion before me,