The colourless imitation of one self
the selfish thing that shows us ourself.
Seeking the faults of our rear image
The flaws of our perfect image

Tell me silver being,
Are you the two face we are seeing;
Reflection of our sanity into madness
Never knowing the real sadness

One way conversations into.
Telling every story the way you never want to
Jailed to the revealing found,
showing emotion to the reaction of the mind

Darkness around light.
Seeking the day or night.
Already bound to a similar thing,
we call the body, of the being.

Craft the perfection
Now to reflection
Born in colours
Who is he to judge others.