Moments of Time: In Front of the Looking Glass
I see me, I see me.
I can not see through me.
Dark hair and those dark eyes that
Fail to comprehend meanings they witness.
An obstacle within myself - the Byronic hero.
A reflection that surely must know.
How is it my perception became so blurred?
Not understanding my own mind is assured!
I see me, I see me.
I still can not see through me.
Need I advice from Mother, nay, human nature
Wordsworth! Give me your cure!
I read your words, such natural words,
And I can see, yet am still not heard.
By others, yes, they hear me loud.
But who cares for them whilst I’m in this dense cloud?
I see me, I see me.
The physical finally starts to fade, but how slightly!
A bird’s song commences and I’m forced to glance away,
I only hear you Nightingale and you are so far away.
Need I sing in order to perceive?
Or is that song with meaning deceived?
Sing a song encompassing ignorance?
No, it is too late to be pure, a hopeless chance.
Who will satisfy this desire,
Quench this thirst and feed this fire?
Must I look for a guide?
I already have two beings - one on each side.
I see me, I see me.
Yes! I can see through me.
All that embodies my being
Is visible, no longer teasing.
I stand in front of the looking glass,
Suddenly absent of human mass.
I can see through me, I can see through me.
And I feel my fear rising as I realize
I can not see me, I can not see me.