Mirror
Mirror
Oh, I don’t like the mirror in the bathroom – every morning
Every morning I see my decadent face – every morning
Who is this guy? Red eyes, night-style face, but likable
But, I don’t know who is this guy – in the mirror is an evil shadow
I see the eyes, but those are not mine, an unknown person
He is grinning and saying, I am your fate, you will go to hell
I know it, I answered. Hmm, this is true, but the hell is heaven
for me, I have a ticket and a personal entry card. My new home
So, I am always safe. Heaven? Earth? Hell? All of them!
Wandering in life is an amazing feeling, no boards, just air
But my mirror! I am wanna destroy it! I am gonna do destruction!
I hate this mirror! Lie! This mirror is a lie! This is not mine! Lie!
The face from the mirror saying: You are the lie, I just show your life
No, I am not a liar. I just see you. You are the mirror. Distorted
I am not that person, you, the mirror are deliberately distorting.
Hmm, my shadow person is angry, because my life is a ghetto
Hmm, I clean the mirror, off vapor, off memory. Emotions gone
Dear mirror, give the right, answer to my life, not alike
The mirror said, there is no answer, drop me, and change me
New mirror said
I will follow you
No chance
Enjoy your fate
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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