Do you see your reflection?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see your lost years or do you see opportunities?
Often have i asked, why did you hold back the warmth that i should have been offered?
Did you not know how to, or was it what you experienced for most?
I know i didn't have to share or divide but, were you the one who always sacrificed?
Do you see that my independence means i have wandered too far
Or do you see it as something you hoped you had.
Are all my travels and adventures a kind of