Down the lane, on a lonesome highway
I stand, baffled about what it holds
The road might lead to a usual spot
Or a Land, ever, unexplored

I see myself facing a silver
In my reflection, a knife
Held in my hands, stained
With deeds, I should have never done

This life is not a globe
Neither me a Hercules
But this burden shortens me
Makes me, less a man I was before

I stabbed, I punctured, I killed
The man lying next to me
Rather me, inside, is dead
For I am not the man I was

Should I or shouldn’t I, ah the dilemma
The choices I make
Makes me a better man
Or less than before

My rage, my enemy
Getting over with, the thought
Life lined up on the mirror
Up to me, blow it or not

I stop, not for I wish to
But a raging force makes me
For I inside don’t want to ****
For I wish to remain the man I am, not lesser, the mirror shows me

I look in the silver, again
The wild thoughts are gone
I am what I should be
I am, not less than, the real me