i wonder what the broken side of my mirror see’s,
distorted views, looking at the man with a crippled destiny to choose;
i wonder what the broken side of my mirror see’s,
does it see the other disturbed reflection
or the people i always choose to blame?
its absorbed my ego over the years
the books i read have absorbed all my tears,
the mirror’s absorbed the promiscuity of my youth
and year after year, the mirror’s are the only thing that actually tell the truth
i dont even hide behind a smile
i give my reflection a gentle nod, as if i was my own God,
its said that we have to knit our own purpose in life
hold our head up high, do not hide
and take everything that happens narratively in our life in our stride.