Often
these days I feel blinded and dazed,
Flooded
with the cold light of scrutiny..
The
one judging me, is none other than me,
Which
is quite an irony...
So
I try to look away..
But
I feel drawn to look, at this grueling image of self dismay!
As
my eyes settle to the piercing light,
I
see clearer...
Self-knowledge
and objectivity is not such an burden..
I
realise that even as I look away.
No
truth is absolute, no fact set in stone.
In
a world of changing and intermingling faces, I think I like mine the
best.
