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Alone here with the girl in the mirror
I can’t help but to have a growing fear
She’s familiar but ...
We are known to see different truths and lies
I can’t trust anything through her eyes
I couldn’t even tell you, which one of us is the real deal
Which way is the truth, beyond the mirror

So which would they choose
I admit, too, I’m rather confused
Would they want me?
Or is she their dream that they’d rather I be
I believe I need to know if it is her or me
Since I couldn’t even tell you, which one of us is the real deal
Which way is the truth, beyond the mirror

I feel her trying to control us both
I try and try to hold on to my hope
Are we both lost?
I am screaming inside but she looks so quite
Maybe she’s already got it figured out
And still, I couldn’t tell you, which one of us is the real deal
Which way is the truth, beyond the mirror
 Jun 2018 rubben Wainaina
jigyasa
clutching chaos in a tight embrace
fingers clasped, a strong grasp  

ask the trees, root deep
snuggled in the soft soils of mama Earth
yet skyrocketing, infinite potential

ask the water
skipping and stumbling in silly streams
soon to transform into mighty rivers
oceanic magnitudes conquering the expanse of this planet

ask the flames
making candles flicker weakly
but in the same essence
fuelling the volcano  
a rudimentary relationship so simple
yet vital to development

its not a myth
rather an equilibrium of elements
in unequal proportions
but complete unanimity

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