La Ventana

As I look at the window, I,
Am scoffing my reflection.
As I grew up my mother said,
To strive for perfection.

Well I'm sorry to let her down,
But I'm not that little girl,
'Cuz I finally figured out,
That I can not save the world.

With my nose pressed against the glass,
I am feeling disconnected.
There's an image I can't see past,
While my faults are still reflected.

And I wonder how people change,
As the world is slowly turning,
Do they notice they're falling off,
Or are they all still learning? (learning)

Time spent discovering who I am has robbed me blind,
Questions unanswered have made me lose my mind.
I'm no closer to the truth than when I first began,
My meaning is locked in a place that I'll never understand.
I'm looking for my self worth, tell me if you find it,
The past is not my future, I will not be reminded.


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Copyright1999 Random Reflections
Written by Esther Mathison, all rights reserved