Man in the Mirror

Superficial

I have become a product of my surroundings

Superficial

My it is my own identity I am doubting

Superficial

I can’t remember who I am

I am just another blurred face with my head underneath the sand

Superficial

My identity is lacking

Superficial

External appearance sold off as if for rent

Internal interior hollow and empty

The acceptance it tempts me

But it is not worth conformity

It is boring me producing a boring me

A crow a mist crows

The flamboyant plumage has shed

In recent years leaving him here instead

Man in the mirror is a reflection of former self

Hidden somewhere within the years have held

Originality entrapped, though still flowing through veins

Blood loss has yet to be repressed

Drips.........

Drips.........

Drips.........

I am in need of some assistance

My own identity is missing

Has anybody seen it?

Meaning has nobody seen it

Because anybody is nobody just another gaudy body

Just another enabler to this, double life has got me

Superficial

I have become a product of my surroundings

Superficial

My it is my own identity I am doubting

Superficial

I can’t remember who I am

I am just another blurred face with my head underneath the sand

Superficial

My identity is lacking

Superficial

I mean what are words without meaning

Meaning do I need to express my intentions before stating

Statements or is that just a cover up for my blankness

A blanket for my fakeness, wrapped up

Warmth is a benefit but the blanket won’t fit when winter gets

Overbearing deception nearing, play as an actor your in a play

Playing games that are fiction as say, Shakespeare

No hand shakes here, man in the mirror listen up now hear

Listen up now dear, I don’t recognize you, please come nearer

Please revert to the past right here

Please break through the glass at last come here

Show me what you have silently notice change

Tell me of the difference that became

Past and present, presenting the past an unwrapped present

Reflecting the present as just a moment of transition

A time to reevaluate myself and my position

Superficial

I have become a product of my surroundings

Superficial

My it is my own identity I am doubting

Superficial

I can’t remember who I am

I am just another blurred face with my head underneath the sand

Superficial

My identity is lacking

Superficial

Future me sounds red to me

A foreign entity, another foreign me

Though if I firmly plant my roots

I will be able to withstand the weather

Whether it is a hurricane or her that came

 Leaving me in order to find who I became

Soul searching as if a sea urchin breaking through its shell

In hope of something more only time will revel

Only time will show, so as the time passes

So does the past me, with it he goes

He is merely a reflection, a reflection of a moment

The future is all mine I expect to own it

With force I expect to forcefully speak

Speak with purpose speak diffe-rent

Realize who I am and who I could be

Realize there is life to live so stop waiting for fate to bring

You back you back to existence

I existed once oh how the complete absence of light

Has shown me my errors

The man behind glass seems more real than me

Showing what truly is though distorted slightly

If only I can be the man behind the mirror

I can look at my world a little bit clearer