Rubbernecking at the mirror
All jazzed up to step out
New clothes in place and sunglasses to add
Trying to look better in my own eyes

Images from my childhood
Emotions sticking and slipping
Like the wheels of a train
Move on their tracks

Squealing past in sequence
Reminded me of the indications
Horns Whistles Bells that were warning signs
Played loud clear i didn't listen

A surface for reflecting
Our images back to us
Owing fealty to me
Loyal in its depiction

Facet i did not know
Into my soul it could go
Cloning it to perfection
All my imperfections

Could see the image
Not the entity
Projecting my likeliness
Shadow cast over my darkness

Images of events
Edited with a beginning middle and end
There was no end
Retrospective introspection waiting for the Curtain

No more about appearances
And all false pretenses
Cleaning process conducted
No lens no filter made it simpler

Broken mirror brings
It seven years of bad luck
It means a broken soul
Reflecting your future told

Mirror intact no bad luck
Soul searching triggered
Coming of age begun
Never too late to begin


The mirror reflects within
Cleansing process to begin
God comes without an invitation
Why did he leave ask him the question

Subject and Object
Mirror as a witness to mirror
Jury convened judgement delivered
Playing all the roles await Gods answer