Reflection

We seek, but never find.
We hope, what for?
We yearn to be loved, To be cared for, To be free
And then ...
we see our reflection in the mirror
Thinking we're not beautiful enough
We're not sexy enough, We don't talk enough
We don't listen enough,
To ourself, to anyone
Then, what do we expect?
For someone of come out of the clouds
And rescue us From our own reflection?
That's impossible, and sadly, We know it.
We are our own worst enemy, and pretend we don't know.

The truth, can it set us free?
What is it that we should see?
We are the masters of our destiny
So, why don't we let it be?
How can we truly be happy
If we don't know what makes us so
Our view of happiness is distorted
By influences of the world.
Happiness is not being skinny,
Being a supermodel, being rich,
Or driving a nice car.
It's not even about being with a man
Or making love
We know what happiness is not,
But what is it really?
No wonder we can't find it.
We don't know what we are looking for.