When I look in the mirror
It is not a picture,
It is a road.


I will walk
into these wide questions
where there is room for clarity.

..

The sky offers
a speck of dust
shining in blinding sunlight.

Sleep sears a dream
somewhere inside
the backside of my eyes.

...

What is my work? 
Where am I going?
How do I know?

I want to change the world,
but I can barely get my daughter
to eat breakfast.

...

I will ask the hard questions
because that is where
the future lives.

All I know
is that
I am not finished.

...

The way through myself

is the way to myself.

The new self
will be a true self.

...