Oh mirror, what’s the damned reason,
What wicked wizardry at hand,
That led me to commit a treason
Against all concept in my head?
You are reflecting but a shadow,
And yet my poor mind’s fell,
As if pinned down by an arrow
My soul is trapped in a well.
I kept the questions all well hidden,
No answers told, no tears shed,
How did I find myself ridden
With doubts before I’ve never had?
I gave advice, I challenged meaning,
I argued to my heart’s content,
I was impressed – but what’s this feeling
The beating of my heart had meant?
The fair is foul, and foul is fair,
On, mind’s doubt and soul’s torment,
Without you I’m with no air,
But this dim light is meant to faint.
You’re searching for sincere matter,
And that has no link with me,
Till there is no more masks to shatter,
On with your path that is to be.