time is moving

and still im waiting

i cant see past this obstacle: the present

its like im speeding down the highway with no wipers

rains pouring

im just waiting and hoping and praying

that someone will see me will save me will take me

away from this madness and sadness this hypocrisy

will not work with me

were so ******* afraid of mirrors these days

dont we remember that thats how we could see?

see those blemishes and bumps and ugly little imperfections on the face

of our souls?

if we dont have some system of checks

we will implode

Stop!

denying abusing refusing to listen to Truth!

reflections lie? no not more then you

what lies more?

a reflection?

or a blurry memory of the last shiny new car you walked too close to?

grow up

then maybe we can all start living