Reflection
What you see in the mirror,
Is the residue of every thought you’ve ever had.
Raging with the urgency of a flash flood,
Your reflection is scarred by an unrelenting sun.
Being ripped in the direction of chaos isn’t your road home,
In fact, you don’t have a home.
The journey has enough shelter that you’ll be ok in small doses,
The times you’re not though, your vices will overflow with use.
Fog and filth for breakfast, a banquet fit for what you’ve become.
Suburban mentality on a city mattress, dreams are rocks and rocks pillows.
Lift yourself up but we know just how much you love to go down,
The alleyway your castle, you can be queen for about seven minutes.
There are man made laws and mind made laws,
You’re imprisoned by both.
You knew the creed all along,
It filled the walls beyond your white picket fence.
The sun for a son, the dollar for a daughter.
Your death meal will lack flavor, but the indigestion lasts generations.
