Maybe I need,
Inner peace,
Some sense of deep release,
To reach existential answers that lay within,
Shaking off the old,
Shedding my proverbial skin,
Continually looking in the same old mirror,
Hoping vainly somehow for a reflection that’s clearer,
As I search for the better,
Through word and through letter,
I find that my mind wanders instead,
As experience raises its ugly head,
But it is what it is,
There’s nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I just need a new hat.