
Tell me, the one who watches me through the mirror,
I’ve met you before, not long ago,
When you had a glitter in your eyes
I saw you eager and restless,
In constant search for answers,
Questions were all you had.
What is that you were looking for?
“Nothing” I saw in the things around me,
“Nothing” Is what I still see.
You’ve made me look sometimes,
Look for the meaning in the vanity around me.
Oh you ugly one..!
Now I see you, different from what you were.
Numb is your grimace.
Worn out are your eyes,
from the vigor of youth you once had.
Awake you look now,
Where have all the dreams gone?
You’ve grown calmer,
Is silence the answer,
Questions were all you had.
Torn apart is your soft and supple skin,
Skin, that used to shield your youthful bliss from malice.
You still look back at me through those countless folds on your face.
Tell me, what have you seen?
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I’ve seen you, you looking at me in the mirror.
2 comments:
I absolutely LOVE this!
Reflections on time passed, on the self...and the conclusion that it has been the self that one has been looking at all along...
Beautiful.
:), you summarized perfectly
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