What do you see when you see me?
An object of fun? or of inspiration
A child of love or desperation?
Do you see me at all
Or pretend not to see me fall?
We are all different not peas in a pod
All measured by the same rod
I have challenges, well so do you.
Are you the best at all you do?
Are you so perfect? So beautiful or smart
Or do you just contain a tiny heart?
For the way you see me is a mirror of your soul
In life what is your ultimate goal?
To seed hatred? Lack of compassion
Because that is the fashion?
I will be here at the finish line
and peace and accomplishment will be mine.
Careful who you poke
For you my friend might be the joke.