Reflection

Look In The Mirror, And If You Can Look Into Your Own Eyes, You Are On The Right Track.

Everytime I come upon this reflection

I cannot help but to wonder

If it really belongs to me

 

Each day it looks a little differently

Maybe I'm just beginning to see

A little bit more of me

 

While I remain clueless

My reflection gazes back all too knowingly

 

Two eerie windows to the soul

Moss-covered stones

The kind that are shrouded in mystery

Are they the kind to lead me to civilization?

To a path I have never known?

 

Little pink lines that quiver just so

Itching to break their innocent mold

So rebellious they seem

As they expose the truth

About their owner

 

A million imprints

Thrown across a makeshift canvas

Like castoffs from a palette

The wrong shade;

The wrong consistency;

They vibrate in place

Molecules of memories

All the ones I can't recall

 

Tell me I'm more than a rippling shadow

But float me in calm waters

Show me something more beautiful than the refraction of light

But don't break the surface quite yet

 

Everytime I come upon this reflection

I cannot deny

That it is my own.

 

 

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

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