The Man In the Mirror
I looked deep into the mirror just the other day
But I didn’t really like what the crystal had to say
He looked right back at me in a reflective sort of way
So I didn’t wait around to long
Over my shoulder, I watched him walk away
For a while I thought of stopping, just to chase him on his way
But I know that he’d still be waiting there, every single day
So I’ll wave him adieu in the morning
They say that he’s my double, though I can’t see it for sure
He looks sort of menacing, and his expression is quite dour
I know he looks like someone, it could be Kenneth More
I hope he’s in a better mood today
Of all the times I’ve seen him, he’s looked quite pale and drawn
I wonder if he’s bored in there, or if he has already gone
I’ll wait all night just out of sight and see if he’s there at dawn
I know for sure that I’ll be there, and this time with a gun.
I know he copies every move and gesture that I make
So outwitting him will not be hard, now that’s a bet I’d take
I’ll pretend to blow my head off he’ll copy me for sure
except my gun is empty but for him there’d be no cure
or perhaps I’ll put one bullet in and spin the chamber round
behind my back where he can’t see, my tactics are quite sound
just one smart move, my genius ploy, can put him in the ground
and as the smoke clears I will see, who’s still standing him or me.
Copyright © David Wallace | Year Posted 2011
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