Look into the shattered mirror
Tell me what you see
Do you see the fading face
Of who you used to be?
Do you see a child’s laugh
Behind that wrinkled brow?
Do you see the questions rising
Saying who, what, when, and how?
When I look into the mirror
I see not the pieces shattered
Nor do I see the curtains tattered
Screaming for some TLC
I see the truth, I always do
Inside the wooden frame
I see a picture of myself
It’s who I really am
Broken into thousands
Pieces scattered on the floor
Missing half my heart
From love lost years ago
My disappearing mind
From something I can’t see
Perception really is the key
Tell me, Just what do you see?
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