I want to be all I can be and more, in each of my days;
Yet, I wish so strongly, to forget not my peace,
His Presence filling magic in silent star-lit nights.
The two faces of mine don't seem to match at all;
I know they're mere versions of me,
Why then search for any of them, why call?
Reading the uncertainty stemming from familiar faces,
I look knowingly, only to step away further, faster;
What is it about diversions making sure I'll last longer?