Man in the Mirror
June 7, 2008The old cliche goes
as you stare into the mirror
you see the depths of your soul
a reflection of an endless sunset
a bottomless sea
shrouded in darkness, ashen gray
you stare at it,
that thing you call your soul
what is it really?
The glimpse of an eternal sunshine
or torrential rain
a ceaseless fire burning within
its slowly eating at you
what are you going to do with it?
The man in the mirror never really talks
he just stares at you
never says a word
but yet in his silence
you hear everything.
The man in the mirror never does anything
he just sits there
looking right at you
forever omnipresent
within the corners of your mind.
He comes out even if you don’t want him to.
He shows up at inconvenient times.
He has no time and no place.
He follows you wherever you go
in the bedroom,
in the bathroom,
everywhere.
You open and close your eyes he’s there.
The man in the mirror
staring right at you.
What are you to do?
