Conversations With The Mirror

I ask for nothing and that seems like too much..I give all I have
and it seems like that's not enough. With my mind open and my eyes
closed, I can smell all the faults.
Their textures never solid just cold thin lines....Winding, chasing
each other...Where do they lead ? What holds them steady ? Nothing ! No
one ever seems to see their own blueprint ! No one ever seems to want
to change their "Model". I could sit idle and ask for nothing, and
still, always, it will seem as if I ask for "The Special Key".
I could hold on to the past.
I could put the walls back up.
I am never what I intend to be.
I always fail myself in the morning.
I will stumble before I can walk.
I am with the one I wish to be.
I will not hide in the mist.
I will be patience.
I can be silent.
But my heart screams to be heard......