You've seen this person every day of your life
Gazing in confusion, like you did your first trick
What’s it for, how do I use it?
Will I be good, oh, I can’t refuse it
This person asks questions only you can answer
She wonders of her future, will it hold cancer?
Am I ready for life, am I ready for love?
Will my imagination take over, leaving me with God above?
Now she is 80, and still confused as to...
Who's that person standing there, straight in front of you?
A guiding light on a darkened day
You've made this your life; you've made this your way
Your life is complete, except for this bit
This mirror image mind is not your best wit
Before you were a candle, fireless, unlit
Now you are a burning bush, all questions are kaput!