Updated: Jun 10, 2019
Are you even real?
The reflection looking back at me
Deep into my eyes, right down through to the root of my core
Another concept in another world?
Don't confuse me please
I know the two cannot be separated
Yet why is it that when I look back into that mirror
I see my faith and emotions evaporating
Into some sort of mist that I can't see or seem to grasp
Perhaps that too doesn't exist
But then, who are you really?
Is this reflection really me?
Or is this all simply a concept made up in my mind to deceive me from time
Time which waits for nobody yet appears not to exist here
In this space, open and wide
The mirror still resides
Sometimes the truth hurts so much it hits the bone
Though smashing it into a million pieces wouldn't help either
You can't run away from yourself
Or your inner self
So you must face it
With whatever power or energy that you have left
Within 'you' or the other 'you'
Looking back at me
I have so many questions to ask you
But first of all,