As I looked into the mirror.
My reflection became clear.
I could see most vividly,
Every detail of my hair.
My eyes, my brow, my nose my
jowels, but something was not
quite right with my lips.
They pierced in fear, as I saw behind
me in the mirror...
Blood red tears and long dead finger tips.

Just like a movie clip of the scariest kind.
I got these mirrors images fukkin'with my mind.

Contorted are the lines.
Confusing are the signs.
I am just a constant amoungst
sixes and nines.

You can't stop time. The sand succumbes
to gravity.
Watching a mime, making motions trying
to speak to me.
What can you find when your third eye blind
and crazy.
Please remind me why I'm here, life is such
a mystery.

My reflection faces me.
Mesmerizing mirror gleam.
Always finding ways to make
things not what they seem.

I can clearly see the past but the picture
isn't clear.
It might sound crazy but I gotta ask...
Am I the one stuck behind this mirror?!

My hands, they shake in fear.
My reflection is grinning from ear to ear.
I'm surrounded by people wearing
costumes and masks, and...
what the hell'd they put in my beer?

I can't think straight, I'm grinding gears.
Gettin' irate from my shadow's sneers.
All I get are jeers from a jury of my peers.
That's how I know that the devil lives here.

I don't need a seer to see that I am
not the fortunate kind.
Mirror, Mirror leave me be,
quit fukkin'with my mind.

Just another tear from a sad clown
to remind that what we find in this
reality is way short of devine.
The signs are all around us yet so
many are blind.
There is really something wrong with
all this Babylon wine.

Life is just a tragedy when you're dying
inside.
What did you expect to see?
The mirror, it lies.
It disguises all the imperfections deceiving
your eyes.
Until you look a little deeper under better light.

I fight with my deceptive self elected
other part of me to try to reach the
captive so that I can finally set him free.
It's like a case of Stockholm Syndrome...
showing evil pity.
Gazing through the mirrors haze to
see the real toxicity.

Life in the city is so much different than
living amoungst animals and trees.
Even though these mammals act just
like a dog that's riddled with fleas.
It seems that we are the disease.
How can you shine when you're covered
in sleaze.
What we find appeases us, is when
we can do as we please.

I've wiped away stains of yesterday,
so that I can see a better reflection
today.
I'm the only one that can make things o.k.
I don't need a mirror to show me the way.

One things become clear in this shattered
mirror of mine.
I don't need a fukkin' mirror to see the past
I've left behind.

Written by Michael W. Taylor
May 12th. 2023 ©
© Michael W. Taylor