I come here
To walk
But all I do is think
I come here to rejoice
But all it does is hurt
I want to be happy
But my mirror is stuck with an obscene
Image, in its path
It’s just a reflective sticker on a piece of glass
Revealing to me who I am
So the sticker is not whats obscene,
It’s my own thinking
So here’s my first step toward
Making myself happy
Revealed and open
I’m breaking those mirrors
Until I can look with joy into
One
So I came here to walk,
I ended up thinking