There Is Really No One But Me

With the doves above to look ahead for me I seek the paths available to me, here and there Some days the rain falls hard on me The fog veiled around me takes my sight away Yet, there is really no one but me to find my way Even with all the voices around me In so dark a place some days I know there’s only really me In the shadow of those that walked this path before me I look for their footsteps and step aside and let them show me where not to step There is really no one but me in this grand scheme I know this from all the voices around me From all the footsteps leading me off the cliff ahead I was but a single soul made up of other souls I’m the puzzle of million tiny pieces forever to assemble In an imagine predestined to please the eye And left somewhere to never be looked at again Here, there is really no one but me to reflect back the pieces I like this place and my fragmented echo A reproduction of my likeness carefully thought out Bending into its structure designed for me There is really no one but me to consider this idea To embrace my transformation and arc myself into a replication of me