A Drop In the Ocean

Mysterious, mystifying, puzzling, wavering an echo fills the empty catacombs reciting words only heard from a movie ...Mirror, dear benevolent mirror crystallized on the wall please, please tell me, aid me in my quest of knowledge to know...who is the fairest of them all 'Why does it matter? Do you hear yourself speaking? Why should any of that matter if the only one in the mirror is you? ' Why should it matter if the only person in the mirror is you? ... Beauty...it's not a contest, no question about it It's in everyone, everything but people use its concept as a blindfold transform it into a personal goal a personal gain to be another conforming carbon cut out to feel perfection coursing through their veins Are they all vain; perfection is false, a distant myth Beauty is a ticking clock that fades away with age There it is, gone in the wind Open your eyes and realize mirrors are designed to show you the real you Not a clone, not a fake, not a copy of imperfection people are perfect just the way they are Under all the lies that claim to beautify to some, all you are is a drop in the ocean though they're sinking like ships in their own