How the World Should Work

I thought it all an empty wish

And now I can’t make sense of this

None of it seems real, you see

A dream awoke, though skeptically

I stand here gazing at this mirror

Trying to see my image clearer

Discover who stares back at me

To know the man I long to be

I’ll write his traits down on a list

I swear I am no masochist

I only wish that when I’m done

They list who you hope I become

I ask for only your patience

It will not end in complacence

When said, and done, and things are through

All paths share this – they lead to you