And now we choose
And choose again,
what we would see,
what we would be.
Yet what the mirror shows us
is reversed,
And what we see
we can never be.
The image of the world
unfolds before the body's eyes
And as we gaze,
we see
ourselves
alone
separate
and longing for the sight
of what we are,
But here we look in vain.
For what we are,
these eyes will never see
Because we are beyond.
And as we search this world in vain
amid the loneliness and pain
we, ultimately,
come to know that
all the choices that we see
are just between
what we are
and
what we can never be.