Through The Mirror



One look in the mirror and clearly he knows,

How others see him, the flaws that he shows,

He solemnly swears that in good time,

He will change, he will grow; to the top he will climb.


Reflection Man plans, plots and schemes,

Living his life far beyond his means,

Appearance is everything; of this he is sure,

For all of his issues this must be the cure.


Now as he rises in false social worth,

This illusion he believes, in his own self-rebirth,

Sitting alone though he can sometimes feel,

The stranger inside and the truth he conceals.


Reflection man walks with a purpose and pride,

Holding truth captive, pushing it way down inside,

The battle now lost for the man he once knew,

Screaming trapped in a mirror that he cannot see through.







Sadness sit beside me

Most profound your endless depths

Thunderous in silent essence

Crossing paths through all my deaths


Sadness come and shade me

From the sun, a smiling face

I have the time to spend with you

Your presence I embrace


Sadness lift your face to me

Your whispers I will finally hear

Telling me to understand

The words now crystal clear


Sadness I now know you

My old friend shunned in shame

Your burden lifted from our back

When there was no one to blame