In the light of the setting sun
I see the backs turn on me
Distanced, I must face the night
Tonight I work on why they turn from me

The fading images of duplicity
Etched into the looming horizon
The solitary moon sees the solitary soul
Tonight I work on why I am alone

I move to face my accusers
Staring at them one by one
Questioning their individual intent
Tonight I work who I am seen as

In the first person I see eyes of mirrors
I see myself staring back at me
Solitary and self-concerned
Tonight I work on giving up myself

In the next person I see eyes of time
I see myself squandering my moments
As opportunities at fulfillment pass
Tonight I work on moving when I should

In the next person I see eyes of fire
Hatred and rage directed towards all
My voice and logic, my weapons of choice
Tonight I work on giving up the zealot

In the next person I see eyes of fog
A reality twisted to fill my needs
Where any object will satiate a longing
Tonight I work on waking up from the dream

In the next person I see eyes of ideal
My heroes all walking away from me
I try to catch up in vain
Tonight I work on walking my own road

In the next person I see eyes of obsession
Trying so hard to get the things I need
But pushing them away in the process
Tonight I work on letting go

In the next person I see eyes of light
The sun and fire that brings life
The source that I have always turned from
Tonight I work on stepping outside

In the next person I see eyes of darkness
The shield that hides my flaws
The shield that I have hidden behind
Tonight I work on facing the light

In the last person I see eyes of myself
The person who has always turned his back on himself
The person who gave up hope long ago
Tonight I work on me