REFLECTION

Self doubt descends on me, carried through the wind

It beckons to past history, and speaks loudly of my sins

Flowing through philosophy that is who, and what I am

It examines possibility, heaven bound or hell ward damned

Such critique and scrutiny, few measure to the task

And wonder at the fallacy, of ego's fallen mask

Swiftly it departs from me, as quickly as it came

Leaving only destiny, and just myself to blame