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.