• The world is like a constant maze;
    twisting and turning with each phase.

    Each day a new reality, idea, or lesson;
    every hour, your striving for perfection.

    You feel your mind be shaped and moulded,
    like oragami as its being turned and folded.

    You look to find that piece that fits,
    as your puzzle comes together from bits.

    You try to find some common ground;
    the more you search the less is found.

    You look in the mirror and there you find,
    all the answers you left behind,
    when you went seeking for what you had all along,
    that uniqueness that makes you initially strong.

    There is no need to go searching externally,
    for what you have inside will last eternally.