Dorian Gray Revisited

If (I / you) were to observe (myself / yourself), Would (I / You) really know (myself / yourself)? ----------------------------------------------- We prosper but we also strain - This "Game of Life" is that refrain. It carries on from day-to-day And we stay steadfast in the fray Playing our roles up to the hilt, Life's psycho-social endless tilt - Casting our lots on roulette's wheel, Love's psycho-analytic deal. Gazing into the mirror's face It's who we are in that embrace. It's what and why we can't explain - Our Egos whitewash loss and gain. We strive to find identity And picture what we'd hope to be. At times we feel it's all for naught When falling short from what we've sought. Stagnating in complacency We hold on most tenaciously To limits of expectancy For what we'll suffer change to be. Our portraits in the attic wait To frame the essence of our fate. The chronicle of life is great And Truth, through time, applies the paint. Most will be shown with minor flaws - Some, as affronts to norms and laws But all, one day, will be displayed; How will your likeness be portrayed?