Reflection...Perception...Perfection...Direction...
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Staring at your mirror
What do you see?
I know it’s not what you want it to be.
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Magical Mirror
Hanging on your wall
So bewitched and obsessed, you don’t see when you fall.
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Desperate to please the Mirror
You bury yourself under liquid and power
You carve yourself a mask from plastic with scalpels
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You worship the Mirror.
You beg It’s approval,
But It’s cold, hard stare will remain the same
However far you go.
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Don’t let your Perceptions decide your Direction.
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It’s never too late
To turn this life around.
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You’re never too far away
To swim back to the surface.
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And emerge, refreshed,
Free from chains of Metal and Glass,
To bathe in the warmth of deeper love
Unrestrained by the Mirror that hangs behind.
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It’s your choice.
To swim below in search of gold,
Or to return above and reclaim the sun.
But know this,
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Your Reflection will never show you Perfection.
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Having trouble with paragraphs for some reason, hence all the slashes. Enjoy!
