Reflection of the dew staring back at you
The ethereal gleam tearing every seam
You and I, or I and you?
You amongst the chosen few.
Can you see behind the dirt and grime?
The uncharismatic whine?
A view available to few, none closer—no feud
And who would witness, the advent of it all?
The rise and fall, the start of the ball?
Step one, step two, left, left, right, achoo!
Bless you, a grace always welcomed.
One I can never achieve
But by the edge of a sleeve.
I can disappear into the night
I can hide in the shadows of fright
So I don’t have to face the light.
And those who would seek my end,
Can never make themselves amend
But what lies behind the façade of life?
What is there to the beggar in a strife?
Life and ends, Heaven and Sins
It’s all the same to a burden in pain
One of a few, who are not the same
Break curfew, break through the pane.
The looking glass is ready
But I can’t keep steady
And I want to believe I’m not the only one.
But everyone has gone, just like the fun.
So I pray to drift,
To be swift,
To be quick,
To never look back
When I look in the mask.