When there’s nothing else to see
who else – to look to, but me.
Among the chaos and dreams torn down…
turn now to what grounds and centers us here.
They’ll never guess what got us here
– only I will know –
so push on till we reach what we search for,
Look within to find what shines our path.
Inevitably we all reach end.
How will you make your journey?
Truly they’ll see the real you –
beautiful, bruised, scarred, and dirty.