I have no skin but my own 
No voice but my own 
No thought but my own 
Yet relentlessly I see myself mirrored in others 

In their mistakes I feel anger but realize the copycat dances a thin line of my own faults
In their shame I witness my skin recoil but remember the repeated memory of my grandest mistakes

All the same other’s joy dreams and passions reignite an at times dull fire within me 
Other’s love and patience remind me of what I dream and wish to feel and give in my own life 

God had made the universe an enigma of falsities
We were born of separate bodies yet we mirror each other daily 
Without hesitation, we fall and float into repeated patterns 
We are each other’s muses and vices

We ask God many a times 
“What can life be? How can it become something more?” 
And a simple answer is given back 

“Witness your siblings dancing and crying among the stage. Who will you learn from and what will you take in? Upon watching their performances, how will you contribute to the play?”