I Smile At Myself In the Mirror
I smile at myself in the mirror
and it all seems a little bit clearer
My reflection has grown
to an uncharted zone
and it all seems a little bit queerer
But queer is the funniest word
I ever could typed or have heard
For it sometimes means strange
or a little deranged
But for me it means gay
in the happiest way
In the sense that I smile
at a girl for a while
And it's all just a little absurd
I smile at my shining reflection
and speak as to hear my inflection
Oh how different a voice!
But was it my choice?
It now goes in a hopeful direction
My voice has a feeling of hope
A dangerous, slippery slope
But I came all this way
just to say "I'm okay!"
And I walked through the mud
to be covered in blood
Now I scream at the sky
that I feel I can fly
I will not be some old misanthrope!
I take a good look at my hands
as pale as the saltiest sands
Their wounds, mostly healed
My fate, barely sealed
I live, as the Good Lord commands
I smile at myself in the mirror
The future's a little bit nearer
A year's done a lot
It shall not be forgot
So I type out this quaint little cheerer