Ive been†shedding skin
and squeezing my pimples again.
I’m down
Digging in the dirt
looking for all the clues
Past the all dead ends.
I’ve been bent to my kness
Cleaning my tired shoes
I wallowed in my own depression
And the insecure dreams
For a path to take me over
Or a word to guide me through.
I want to see the world not going down.
I want a better place to live in as do you.
My reflection, my reflection
Changes and looks at me.
My reflection is aging quickly, my reflection is aging quickly
I am seeing the wrinkles again.
I’ve been stirring on my back
Resolving unfullfilled dreams.
I’ve been dancing with the crazy one
With delusion in my eyes.
I want to feel the reflection,
Feel the reverse within.
I want feel the transformation and
start erasing before I begin
My reflection, my reflection
Changes into me
I have no time.
To listen to my muscle memory.
I contemplate what I’ve been…
See my reflection changing,
Creeping up and over me.
Removing my old armour.
Hoping to show the way
By reaching through my reflection,
Showing me another day
My reflection has become me
My reflection has become me
My reflection and my destiny.
My reflection and my destiny.
I’ve been squeezing pimples again.
Dean Reilly
