The mirror reveals the self
Or does it?
Finding all mistakes corrected
Or was it?
Is it really ourselves we’re wrong with?
Or an image created so daunting.
Our hair and clothes not faltered.
Society’s walls closing our plastic armor.
Rain rain rain, drops on my window pane.
People’s flow continues unchanged.
Walking the line made of chains.
ending is promised which path will you take?
Stepping away a necessary thing
From ourselves our other all stopping
The flow of people and the flow of change
will you ever prosper if you place blame?
Finding in oneself the strength
be moral not go to great lengths.
For anything in what’s good for you
Creating a niche before it finds you.
The mirror reflects the self.
Or does it?
Shows the thought of mistakes.
or was it?