The Life In The Mirror
I still wonder the life and the meaning of it
The reason why I belong here...
The struggle, the humiliation
And the pain of smiling when tears are yet to fall.
Walking in the shadows of fear
I still wonder the life
Why little happiness is the sign of tears.
A little achievement is the struggle for pelf
And when I am done
They make me a king for a day
Yet tomorrow comes with a new challenge
And when I ask myself looking at the mirror
It has got nothing to say.
I still wonder the life and the existence of it
When they look at me with arrogance
And expectations pouring with fake complimentses
Greetings with roses turns out to be feces.
Cowering if am left with a penny today
The blood that I shed and the bruises and the scars
They see the same in me
Yet the same damn people put me down.
Running along side of self-discovery
I fear the loss of self-recovery
And when I think I can face the challenge
I look myself at the mirror with some motivation
Still it reflects me back the same collages.
I still wonder the life and the dedication towards it
For I am yet to concieve the love that it gives
And when it gave it paved me a path with hurdles
My long allegiance turned out to be a long malevolence.
Waking up to feel if I am left for today
And the morning moans with yester-days
Drowning endlessly by a single tear.
I worry not to loose my grip
And I looked myself once again at the mirror
It is not me then...
He is the person whose persuasion counts most then
Such a splendor all around me
So much to see and so much to do
For he is with me to clear up to the end
If I make the person in the mirror my friend.