There are so many things
so many times and events
I wish I were born with wings
So many good times, regrets.
But there are a million reflections
A path lined with gold
Sparkling, showing me a route
to do what I am told.
I am not a child, nor adult
but unborn ready to love
I am not a feeling, nor space
I am not sent from above.
I am a mere reflection
one of the million that there are
I am but a tiny spark of life
waiting at the bar.
I am the bubble in the fizz
I am the air that you breathe
I am a million reflections
Trapped in a web that we weave.
I am the knot in your shoelace
I am the anger in the dark
I am a million reflections
Etched on the million year old bark.
For I am the leaves on the tree
the wind that allows them to dance
I am a million reflections
I am your eyes in your trance.
I am all these things, like it or not
Look around you see the beauty
see the reflections, they do exist.