Can you describe Your view of me?
I’ve lived so long in this world that’s dying,
I cannot distinguish when my eyes are lying.
In a pool of water, my reflection dances.
Though my eyes are keen, I struggle for glances
Like grasping the fog in a clenched fist,
In vain I make assumptions as to why I exist.
Who I am is a mystery even to me.
I beg You, honest eyes, tell me what You see?
Your words bring life; truth is Your sight.
Reveal my identity; bring my purpose to light.