See my world
Caught in the blades
See my looks
Watch as it fades

Take notice of my wisdom
When silence is my decree
Over there with a stupid smile
Is where my voice use to be

See my strength
Being smeared beneath my clay feet
Struggling with limitations
asphyxiating in defeat

You invoke that in me
Every commitment, all done in vain
You invoke that in me
Holding myself at arms length
with this look of disdain

And yet another cold wind blows
Whisks away every contention
Right down to the last grain.

What will remain
As I grin and bear
Struggle to look young
while the mirror echoes my senescent face

And the relinquishment of my dreams
seems clearer
What might of been, what could of been...
It all gets lost in the mirror, behind the mirror