When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
In this funhouse of contradiction
What I see is me
A man in all but image
In name and name alone
The voices in my head would agree
That there’s naught to do
But when I look in the mirror
All I see is you
The way you smile
The way you laugh
The cool reflection
Of life and emotion
Reaches out and grabs me
And for once I can breathe
This carnival we call living
Has taught me to appreciate
All the sights and sounds
That our technological world is no substitute
For touch, smell, and taste
I’m finally learning how to be me
I’m learning how to finally see
About the Creator
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