Down With The Mirror
Slowly, I change, now
Yearning for what used to be
Everything’s strange now,
Can this really be me?
I look in the mirror,
And I see the same face,
But something is different
Maybe a change in the space
In between
Who’s to tell me
That who I see
Has anything to do with me?
No. Down with the mirror, no.
This illusion has to go
Only a picture,
The reflection is not who I am
My heart runs much deeper,
than this tangible hologram
I am not this body
I am detached
What you see here,
Is only the surface scratched.
A pool of thoughts,
An amassing of ideas,
Lies and truths,
Love and hate,
Passion and logic and
Secrets and knowledge and
Triumphs and mistakes and
curiosity
All of it is me,
Not this earthly body
I am greater than this shell
Though it has served me well
I need to see it no more
I already know the score
So down, down with the mirror, down.
Take it to the ground
Everyone gather round
And become who you were meant to be
(If only I could sing the things I hear in my head. Sadly, my voice is worthless)