When I got up once upon a time long ago I saw myself in my mirror.
I did not look like what I was told, but had a different view shown before my eye.
Innocent as new-fallen snow, naive and shy as a child I was.
But the picture I saw was distorted but they did as I did, no understanding in mind.
Past eyes so full of lies, past speech from a distance as called upon, everyone was so mad.
Not long ago I stood up and looked in my mirror.
I looked like what I was told by myself, but had a different view for my eye.
Adult and experienced as a man of the world, but shy and sensitive as a child.
But the picture I saw was distorted by myself, who did not understand.
Past eyes so full of lies, past beautiful words are not of this earth.
I get up and look in my mirror.
I look like none of it I get told, but the vision I see telling the truth.
Older and somewhat wornout, but shy and empathetic as an old child.
But the picture I see is only distorted by the time passing and that I don’t understand anymore.
Past eyes so full of lies, past platitudes became today’s truths.