4/21/03

When my eyes meet a mirror
I can’t stay for long
There is a man looking back
who has seen a ghost and doesn’t know which way to turn
Who is this guy I’ve seen so many times before?
I wonder where he’s from
with a face so old and a look so young

I want to know more from the light of the sun
but I looked too long and now I’m blind
I wanted God from ripples on a pond
but I stared too deep and sank into darkness
I could look forever through a hole of life
and die trying…

I could help the poor feel rich again
and I’m going broke lying in my bed
We are not alone behind closed eyes
and still I could not feel more lonely
in the shadow of my reflection

4/21/03

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