The sky is a mirror
In a labyrinth of regrets.
I hear myself in youth
And shake my head in older age.
But I am not myself.
I pull my hair back to my feet,
All the echoes that
Reflect who I was,
Or am,
Or trying not to be,
But I cannot find myself.
I am trapped with everyone
Telling me this and that
About myself,
But who knows me better
That ME?
I am a wounded animal
In an extraordinary cage,
Sky full of mirrors,
I say regret,
Others say remember,
I say forget,
Others say don't,
Because I am not them.
Me, myself
And everyone else,
Sky full of mirrors
And only the memory remains.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
The sky is a mirror
In a labyrinth of regrets.
I hear myself in youth
And shake my head in older age.
But I am not myself.
I pull my hair back to my feet,
All the echoes that
Reflect who I was,
Or am,
Or trying not to be,
But I cannot find myself.
I am trapped with everyone
Telling me this and that
About myself,
But who knows me better
That ME?
I am a wounded animal
In an extraordinary cage,
Sky full of mirrors,
I say regret,
Others say remember,
I say forget,
Others say don't,
Because I am not them.
Me, myself
And everyone else,
Sky full of mirrors
And only the memory remains.
