The mirror has become a distraction
and I've lost more than a small fraction
Of my time that i should have been putting back in to my peace of mind
I'm sick of staring at my reflection because all I do is whine
When I should be making this image of me mine
Instead of whining and judging
Why not be priming and loving
That being that inherently stares back and seems to be waiting
Waiting for me to put the time in
And break through this ***** on a commitment as old as the mint
A breath of fresh air found on the edge of despair
So I sign the contract, whether it be with God or the Devil
Because my new goal is only to achieve the next level
Become better, faster, stronger, and live longer
No more will I live in a haze so somber

This manifestation
Of the best and rest
Thats left in my head
Enjoys testing
The limits of this infestation
I call it reality
My analyst
Jousts with my imaginist
As their horns and halos get locked
My head begins to rock
Shoulder to shoulder
All this yelling has to be blocked
This snowball rolling downhill
Turns into a boulder
comprised of snowflakes
Imitating faces of friends shocked
shocked at the smolder
Left from the forest fire
In my mind
Each new thought another tree ignited
And expanding the blight
That i stew over
I stir frequently but the bottom still burns
And it boils over
So the next trial begins