Looking at my own figure Wriggling and screaming in the limp membrane I averted my eyes from my actual being That can't earnestly grasp and acquire Trust, comfort nor respect No one would desire to keep such a disposition
Now I must gaze at and understand my true self In trying this, I will understand my appearance I can get away any time But now I must confront my true self I must talk with my true self As the Answer lies in my own self