Unfinished

I write for the same reason I stare in the mirror Each moment spent looking for a trace of myself Hoping the reflection in the glass or the page Can give me some indication of who I'm trying to be I have walked so many roads in my life And walked a great many more in my mind That sometimes I forget where I was going Though I can never forget where I've been I wonder if the landscape of my days Is shaped by my true intentions Or a lack of focus on the choices I've made Did I get here because I intended too Or did I simply wander this way Is the person I wake as each day A conscious decision, or a series of chances made real So I stare in the mirror forever Trying to look away fast enough to see myself as others do I write pages I never send Trying to understand the ways I see myself My only real goal To sleep soundly as who I am