Look in the mirror, tell me what I see.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
i wake up everyday humming this tune
as i throw water of steal upon my face
scared images face me
staring me in the eyes
till they hit my soul
rock bottom is what i feel
you see
being a book
freshly printed
blank pages
life in you eyes is different
you see
one opens the door
allowing others to freely right
without any complaints
it sucks
you see
there is no restriction
so if a page gets ruined
One can easily start over on a clan sheet
Damaging someone else's beginning
You see
My reflections just doesn't consist of me
It consist of everything
i see unfamiliar faces
Turning pages i didn’t even know existed
How is this?
you see
things seem to be subliminal
metaphorical
Life changing in perception
i mean
On purpose
You see
once all the pages are full
the story must go on
but in the same book
re-writing on top of pages already filled
you see
Look in the mirror, tell me what I see.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
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