For that I fear, I need to look in the mirror and see.
For whom I fear, is the one I see.
Flashes of life I deteste in front of the mirror.
Would lead to my demise, I long for and adore.

To see what the person who gave life, loves.
I need to look in the mirror and see.
A man with endless sorrow but is loved.
Deteste the sight of them crying and looking above.

Two different ways of thinking, two different lives.
Believe it or not, both of this are my life.
Willpower and support is the reason I’m alive.
An immersive darkness and a dim light

© Benny