posted on Dec, 6 2015 @ 11:54 AM
Ummm..."mirror...mirror...on the wall"
Fortunate that when we gaze into the mirror
we only see that which we choose to perceive
Think that if you beheld the looking glass
Viewed yourself realistically
I stand naked in reflection
My sins festooned upon my flesh
A flock of harpy leeches
weighing me down
Drinking love and laughter
Their tongues the careless
hatred of indifference
When I find the strength
to cast aside all pretense
all thought of self and selfish
perception marries realism
Ahhh...the sound of wedding bells on the air...
edit on 6-12-2015 by YouSir because: of a lack of space...