Matthew Pawlak Poet I do not know?

Thelooking Glass Self

When my eyes stare
At my endless reflection
I seem to bear
My souls intentions

But when I look away
My connection is lost
And throughout the day
I tally a cost

Of who They want me to be
And the life I’m supposed to lead
But then all they see
Is their culmination of greed

They say I’m to go to school
They say I‘m to follow
I’ve become their fool
And now I feel hollow

Because all I want
Is simplicity at best
And with my future they taunt 
It’s a subliminal test

To stand up for myself
And do what I want to do
To recognize my own wealth
And for me to follow through

I just want to be loved
And to feel free
To be hugged
And live as me.

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John Freeman June 8, 2010 at 11:36 AM Awesome soul interest in this, Matthew. As foolish as this might seem to some carnal minds, the merit of what you've said, and the way you've said it is fact. To see a soul it is said, "you must look into the eyes of the flesh body." I find that when I study my own reflection in the mirror while shaving, as I look into my own eyes, my soul reveals many mysterys of life. Many of my poems are as a result of this inner communication, of the derivative mind with the soul. Agape, Moses