In the mirror i find myself how did i come to be?
since when did my reflection
take over what makes me.

Who is this crude impostor who uses my eyes to see,
who is this kindred spirit that screams inside of she.

I turn myself from the mirror from her who's trapped within,
but find a wall in front of me and reflected a wicked grin.

Life surrounds me, theres no escape, theres no recluse in this bustling landscape.

Suffocating in green as the leafy trees lean, they're arms embrace as lovers bringing shade to endless summers.

But truly they are one to admire when all I do is rebuff and respire.