4.22?

I think that's close enough to see the light

And far enough away to not be affected

I know what I'm not

I'm not what they think

And not what you know

I know about the nots

They comfort me in a way

It's the certainty that causes me dread

I'm not sure what will become of me

When I fix my mirror

And use a compass

I doubt my resolve when only the core remains

People have ideas of themselves

But that's all they are until one learns