"The universe is infinite like a room full of mirrors." - Constino
The voice in my ear, it's a whisper.
When I close my eyes it's clearer.
All that I can see is myself in jeopardy.
Everywhere that I look, I'm staring back at me.
Once thought I could be anything I wanted.
It's clear at this point, the gods have final say.
If I'm good and I pray, their favour I might sway.
I'm patient I'll wait, hope there will come a day.
Though this room is small, it's infinite.
I will learn the truth if I look for it tonight.
Beyond the surface into my eyes i'll look.
This is soul searching, I'm scared, I am shook.
It's reflection, I recall it's what it's called.
How did all this begin in the days of old?
It'd seem I am bound and trapped in creepy vines.
Everywhere I turn, there's mirrors facing me.
All around, reflections are fencing me.
I used to be someone in this town.
There's a part of me that dies with every frown.
A section of the crowd wants me down.
I could be alright if I win this fight.
The foes I have to beat are here within my sight.
I know I will prosper, if I can break these mirrors.
Thanks for your time.
-Constino
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PoezjaLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
