Mirror On My Back

True to my nature to entertain Annulled in my character to refrain Treasured, a toss up to comprehend Yesterday's version of me, my friend Another day, maybe, the sky will clear Never reminded I'm almost near And so in the vision of all that's dear, I swiftly pick up the pace... Kneeling on knees of cardboard paint Alive in the version I feel to faint Tasting the air in a cosmic dream I know that these words, are not what they mean Under the weight of impossible skies Shouldering light, in the east - sunrise Hardly a mirror to shadow catch And so I am swift in a turn unmatched, as I miss my expression of face... Cataclysmic in word and deed And always a step past the possible need Read like a novel without an end Nailed by my countenance to defend Ever determined to spring to naught Yet in reflection, I've not been caught.