A one way mirror, it must be
As others see more clear than me
A gaze to my left
A glance to my right
I know not which to join or fight
Perhaps this path?
To there, or here?
To follow roads paved yesteryear?
Misguided bones rest on false thrones
Offering uncertainties
Dogmas close once open minds
Poisoned, plagued priorities
Elders, oft, they knew much better
Yet, still spoke, in stifled voice
Cries, though loud, lost in the crowd
Abandoned, left with little choice
Tell me now, beloved mother
Ye who knew me like no other
Would you take it back at all
If given but a chance?
Or walk, instead, familiar halls
The same, sad “no’s” and cant’s”?
Even though I’ll never know
Still guidance, I so seek
Walk to left
Or right, you see?
Imposing, or
The meek
How the World Should Work 