¿Por qué no puedo ver?
The boy looks upon himself
Through a sheet of reflective insight
Which offers no cushion
To the rough realism of life
The boy wishes to see who he is
And the sheet shines back what it is fed
But the boy only a figure shows
For he knows not
How to think
How to absorb
The boy sees a figure
A figure that resembles him but is not him
And the boy is left bewildered
He feels he knows who he is
But the reflective sheet seems to lie
But only to the eyes of the boy
As do they see a figure
Which slowly fades into the abyss
Of the blackness that surrounds him
The blackness in which he searches for comfort
But is left frozen in fear
Of the absence of a figure of light
Which seems not to be there
¿Por qué no puedo ver?
He ponders this as he realizes
He’s left with but a single soul to comfort his fears
To defend him from his foes
To establish trust among his friends
He is left with but this one thing
This one figure
Which he stares into the abyss that forms the shape of the figure
Which seems to peer into his soul
Devouring him from the inside out
That damned sensed gaze working its way through the boy’s mind
His thought and memories hold no effective defense and fall prey to the investigative aura
That emanates from this figure shown in the reflective sheet
The boy finds comfort
Only in himself
Which he has yet to realize
Creates the figure
He has yet to know
That the figure comes from him And shows what he refuses to realize
Shows the answer to his eternal tormenting question
¿Por qué no puedo ver?