Looking at my own figure
Wriggling and screaming in the limp membrane
I averted my eyes from my actual being
That can't earnestly grasp and acquire
Trust, comfort nor respect
No one would desire to keep such a disposition
Now I must gaze at and understand my true self
In trying this, I will understand my appearance
I can get away any time
But now I must confront my true self
I must talk with my true self
As the Answer lies in my own self
