Stranger

 
Inquiry of questions interrogations in my head
Yesterday a revolving door in paradox of philosophical repose
For all the things I wish I never said
The mystery of the history of all the things that no one knows

I am a stranger to myself gradually learning as I go
Who I am in this experience to discover why
Every choice I make is another revelation of getting to know
Self, in all the tangles unraveling, until the day I die

Mystery in the mirror, mirror
How do I believe the best
When so much of what I’ve done doesn’t square
When for all the reasons I find to serenade my joys I’ve as many to wallow in despair

Unanswered, all I’ve got is awe to displace the unreliable certainties of all I cannot see
When I live a life of self denial in my will to come to terms with me…