as i look into the mirror,
the suspicious looking glass,
i think about my calling
and i see my future pass.
time and time again
i gaze into my eyes
with nothing left to find
but a lonely, scared disguise.
i tend to have my own perception
about what lies beneath my shallow reflection.
i overlook the sly deception
leaving my thoughts for recollection.
i'm searching for an answer
for this holy transformation
while my mind, spirit, and soul
wander off in my mind's elation.
i dream, i wish,
i ponder, i percieve.
i think, i ask,
i wonder, i believe.
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