What do you see
What am I pursuing?
Rear view mirror tell me what do you see?
My carcass filled with want of praise, approval of those I loved and those i did not.
A life of half measures and indecision's
I see the face of worry observing greatness not achieved.
I see poverty, physically and spiritually. I see the sun as it hides behind yesterday.
Our life filled with the desire to be blind to the impostor looking at us in the rear-view mirror.
Quietly I adjust in my seat and turn my head and you see me just as I am, and a smile of love blossoms towards me.