Reflection

A reflection at face value,
penetrates through what is there.
Getting lost when digging deeper,
at the point where no one seems to care.
Is it all a mask,
that seems to direct us all?
Or is it that we are deaf,
when someone trumpets the call?

I stare inside for something unique,
to discover something I have not found.
There is something here that is special,
a quality that is profound.
It must be something I seem to miss,
yet its a quality you seem to be so fond.
For when I look inside myself,
all I see is a reflection in this quiet pond.