Let what was mine, replace what was once yours
as your craving for what was his
creates what was theirs
only to land back
in the hands of mine
- as life is a very tricky being.
Scuttle away maintaining your mask of shame,
looking back once to
watch, wait, click, pull, shoot
then be gone.
While your bullet lands,
in a marching band
of blurred and tanned
grains of sand ripping in discomfort,
rest assured there’s a new task at hand.
You can defeat your dreams
substitute your sight
and tame your taste buds - but
life’s leaning lust of luck leaves at the end of the night.
So awake and join yourself on your side of the mirror
next to the other face you can no longer ignore
As that mask of shame disintegrates
and you watch and wait in discomfort
click, pull, and shoot the very
face you wear.
Because the mirror shines in any source of light.
Watching your faces from dawn ‘til night.
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