Poem -

Reflections

Reflections

So when you see yourself as others see you

You just can't believe their eyes

You just don't look the same at all 

You've been telling yourself lies.

Though you lived in self delusion 

And confused yourself with truth,

Now the days have all grown colder

 And you mourn your misspent youth.

Well, outside storms may be raging,

Or you might hear a midnight call

But, you've lived your life in hiding

And they don't mean a thing at all.

So you feel you should do something

And you force yourself to think

But your contemplations are forgotten

When the waitress brings your drink.

Yet the scars the smiles are hiding 

Can't stay below the skin

When the sandman finally enters

All your memories live again.

You can listen to the drummer

Playing loud back in your head

But the music only covers

All the things you left unsaid.

And Morrison seems to call you

From a motel where he lives

Yes HE knows life has deceived you

And there's nothing left to give.

While your debts all keep mounting

And you can't see no relief

But the payment isn't money

You must give up your beliefs.

And you find no truth around you

But that's not all you seem to lack

You can't go on like you'd like to

There's no one to watch your back. 

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