I stood in front of the mirror
All that I see, is a piece of flesh
Where am I
Where is my essence
No one sees through me.
They see what I project
A charade.
Do I need a lover, admirer or a soul mate
To define my substance.
I muse on love,
I fantasise on sex.
But that's not what I wish
Nor I crave
Is this my process of self discovery
Am I heading towards spirituality.
Who am I,
Where am I heading
I am so clueless.
©LR
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