Mirrors
If eyes are the mirrors to our soul.
A reflection of who we are or yet to be.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
A mirror on the wall shines back at me.
I lift my eyes in hopes to see.
A different person looking back at me.
What is the role of this long lost soul?
There are no eyes simply holes.
I try to look, I try to see.
But all is empty in front of me.
Look into my eyes and tell me what to see.
What to do, what to be.
Give me a reason to just believe.
That I’m more than the image staring back at me.
Something that fades like night to day.
Something that disappears as I step away.
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