Mornings and Mirrors
Between dawn and noon ,
A morning lay ,
With a warning of doom ,
It had something to say .
The light of day ,
The greeting of gay ,
How happy You laid ,
On the bed You shared .
Time to wake up ,
Wants to be given up ,
Get up to mourn,
Its time of a morn;
Between true and lies ,
A mirror resides ,
A salutation for a fool ,
Making sure it was your fuel .
A faithful depiction ,
A mere reflection ,
Of a selfish being ,
Who can only see a me .
Look into them ,
See of what you have become ,
Ask help from the Mornings of err ,
It’ll guide you to a mirror .
The mirror then says , "Stare at me
Look into Your eyes ,
Don’t deny ,
I know Your lies ; "
Yes,Mornings bring light ,
But,soon darkness will ignite ,
You will then look better in the mirror ,
Better to be in the dark than look at an error .
Remember this , oh there ,
Mornings and mirrors ,
Will always be there ,
And they’ll serve only to terrify old figures .
You’ll understand this none ,
You’ll still stand in front of a mirror yon ,
You’ll look for you ,
Yet , You’ll find no clue .
