another poem

Apr 13, 2003 21:25

Mirror's untrue

What is there to trust when a mirror's untrue
In the morning will there be a morning dew
Or should I trust that man once flew
And try to find the truth in you.

I'll keep on looking to see the same scene
A face of a desert with clothes unclean
Which ways do your forces lean
Show me the path to walk through your scene.

An image so unclear with my view a blur
My mind and my body won't concur
But I notice something when I stir
We are one in the same in a mirror
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