Oftentimes, I’ll look to see
The person looking back at me
Watching through a hazy lens
At who that strange reflection is
Staring forward, several blinks
Is he the person that he thinks?
Does he do the things he speaks?
Is practice coming from the preach?
My eyes still glare, this man ahead
I’ll wonder what, that day, is said
Right now I live, and yet I dread
What memory, of me when dead
What mark have I bestowed upon
The family that I belong
I hope they say, when I’m a thought
That happiness is what he brought
Improved the lives, of all the men
The girls and kids, the children
For life is but a journey, yes
We walk and run, we talk and dress
We do the things we love to do
To make ourselves enjoy the dew
Every day, a precious gift
So smile wide, and heart uplift
This path is short, don’t waste your time
Just search and search until you find
The purpose you’ve been looking for
Unlock and open passion’s door
How the World Should Work 