To One Who Can See In Me

I've lately looked to the mirror
To find out what I lack
But the mirror has no opinions
It doesn't see how I act

It only sees my appearance
It knows nothing more
It doesn't see how I am outside
What I’m like outside that door

I've lately looked to the door
For guidance, for direction, for a way
But the door can't choose it for me
I have to decide which path to take

I have to open it myself
Then direct my steps from there Outside,
the possibilities blind me
There are dreams in the air

I've lately looked to the sky
To find opportunity
But the dreams there belong to others
There's nothing just for me

There are many places I can go from here
Each direction better than the last
I wish I had a Friend to help
An acquaintance from the past

He would answer some of my questions
Like should I go far or stay near?
Instead, he gives me some different advice
Advice I don't want to hear

He says to go back to the beginning
That I’m starting off far too soon
But then I realize I haven't moved at all
I'm still here, in the same room

So I look to a different mirror
Not for the outside,
but in This 'mirror' is the one who helped me;
The one I can call a Friend

Unlike the mirror, this Friend can judge
He can show me the way, unlike the door
Unlike the sky, His advice is only for me
Unlike me, He's been there before.