I look inside to find my soul,
To find the part that makes me whole,
To see what’s there that makes me feel,
To figure out what’s fake, what’s real.

I look outside and see his face.
It tells me of his sex and race,
I see the rest of him as well,
Without his soul, an empty shell.

I look inside to clear my mind
Of the turmoil that I find;
Each day a dreadful news event
Mars its slate and leaves me spent.

I look outside, and see the world;
The scenes before me that unfurl.
Finding peace there is in vain,
And so…I look inside again.

I look inside to find my SOUL,
It keeps me sane, it keeps me whole.
It doesn’t leave, it doesn’t go;
Not like he did so long ago.

I. Look. Inside.