Look Into My Mirror
1. The question
In this there is nothing "for" me; but"of" me. It is yours.
For you to look inside of me; inside of me... And you.
Let me be your looking glass.
Discover what a new and different person,
Who you've never known before,
Dwells within, without, with all around one central core.
Humanity from man to man andinhumanity...
Competition runs between /betwixt...
Compassion once and rage again runhand in hand in me;
A vacuum where contrasting forcesmix.
A lilac in the early spring surprised by winter snow..
The blossom of a dying tree in crumbling to the earth.
The funeral procession and the laughter as we go about
Forgetting death... Has life such little worth?
We go about to fill our ears with business not our own.
We seek to know of tragedy; but not concerning us.
Yet, striking home a hurting blow is worse than worsest bad,
And no one knows our plight. We're drowned in dust.
In dust our eyes see dizziness inside our spinning heads.
The road unclear, we do not care, in part, as much to know
In which direction footsteps lead. We stumble through thedead
Until the dealer calls our bluff... It's time to go.
Life in a vacuum, struggling forair.
Mind of confusion going nowhere.
Mingling feelings... Vanishinghopes...
Time revealing tangling ropes
Of tied up ambitions offeringnaught
Of that satisfaction for which lifehas sought.
Confusion! Confusion is all that I see;
Sadness and happiness all around me.
Eight hour days and eight hour nights...
Land and sea and free-falling flights.
The oceans of air swirling round in my head
With the burnt leather stench of the things that are dead.
Decaying of man in his own burning flesh
While our visions of harmony want for a fresh,
A new, and equal start...
While peace through destruction seeks to depart
From peace through peace,
Which we never have known,
But have longed for and hoped for and needed so long.
Are we coming to end?
Will we ever begin to find the world we've waited to see?
Is it only our dust that will set us free?
