What do you see?
In the mirror of life
The pain of your past
The thoughts that would last.
What do you see?
In the mirror of souls
The scheme of lies
Your very own demise.
What do you see?
In the mirror of void
The failures that bind
A soul to unwind.
Now, what do you see?
In the mirror of self
A stranger of your own volition
Veneered by his own intuition.
Poetry and Art Is Life 