These Lights that Blind

(these lines contain the doubt that has been an integral part of my life)

this bubble nature of my mind
sometimes dim, sometimes dimmer,
like storms raising within myself
without an end, without a winner.

I see my face in every stone
but never have I picked one up
too many lives to choose one from
too few desires to live one enough.

My light shines up no place it falls
so much air that I gasp to breathe
a fish which lives in a sea so full
that it got buried in its own sheath.