Don’t turn away from yourself in the mirror

You can see yourself and be zen

No need to pretend to be someone else

They wouldn’t care anyway

The false prophets just want to rip you apart

But can’t even be true to a centipede in the mud

You can still shine in a drought

You can still soar when coming down

You can find a new route when the waters are murky

Go outside

See you for who you are

Don’t use the cracked hall of mirrors

Look for you in all the shadows

You are still there

You always were

Their conscience drought need not be yours

Stay strong  and find your outside wind