He’s unsure of himself
Sees nothing pure in himself
What could allure someone else?
Too afraid to act, too proud to ask for help.

So he meanders on timidly
In a world which isn’t his
Others seem so content
But for him something’s amiss.

He craves something else
He just doesn’t know what it is
So he plays the role of someone else
Uncomfortable in his own skin.

He keeps looking outward
Searching the right path, hopes he’s closing in
But he will never get too far out there
For the greatest path, only constant, is the one we walk within.

© Daniel Breslin