Wildy the Journeyman (into_the_wild) wrote,
Wildy the Journeyman

:: The Mirror :: (2000, revisited)

:: The Mirror ::
(2000, revisited)

In the mirror I can see
Another different me
An invented entity
Of much reality

A doppelganger to the soul
That's lurking in the plane
Till I, the looker comes on forth
To play its little game

Of mind control, that's at its best
The game of vanity
For everybody's self esteem
Is based on what he sees

These chains that bound me,  I break apart
But I just can't break free
For all of us are prisoners
Of our vanities    
Tags: poetry

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