When one looks down
On one's reflection,
What is it that one sees?
Is it a body taking light to the sun?
Perhaps it is the star competing with the sun?
Could it be a fish envying a fowl?
Possibly it is a fire waiting for air?—
Oh, why am I here;
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How often do we reflect on our lives, where are, where we want to be, our goals dream and milestones. Other than a body way of knowing who we are, How do we perceive ourself?