Can I take the world to task?
Or shall I find a mirror,
and look in it and think and think,
not of outside but inner?
To scowl and spit and tut and frown
is by far the most appealing
but a second thought about the facts,
leaves a slightly shameful feeling.
Perhaps the strap that holds me down
and pins me to the bed
is not the world and all its men
but me...inside my head.
How can I be so loathe to sit
and look into the mirror,
and face the things that I ignore,
not of outside but inner?
