Self reflection might kill you
If you stay too long.
We all know the voice inside that want to be right.
Who deadens nerves and eardrums and hands
When you have to listen to your self-inflicted quiet self.
Who feels. Who wants. Who searches.
Who wants to make you right
But sometimes makes you sick
But sometimes you have to go in.
To see where you are
Wrong or right
more or less
Big or small
truth or lie
Sometimes you have to go in.
But you’ll only find one
In self reflection
The selfish one-sided.
What else would your one-self voice be?
And you have to choose your self-god-love
You have to choose death
When left to yourself.
It’s already been done
Self reflection will kill you.
Your self must find a friend.
One that will fight you, enlighten your blindness
One to remind you, you’re not by yourself
One who will hurt you, as your self dies to win
One who will make you admit
You don’t know you’re wrong
You don’t know what’s right
You don’t know your self
Then you might have a chance
To come back from inside
To learn and to listen and to want
More than yourself.
Some might call it new life
Today’s death to desire
I might call it walking
Raised up and now moving
A friend has been found.
For your self.
But you have hurt him with your wonderings and wanderings
The voice that contended with your own
And he has hurt you with words you wouldn’t hear
The voice that had to submit you to shame
Cherished, the voice that forgave you into the outside
The voice that fought for you to make it out, alive
The voice your self didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t be able to find
By your self
The only answer