Analysis of Self-reflection

Slowly I face up and see,
a man standing in front of me.
His heart once locked, she lost the key.
This man yearns for sympathy.

Lips are trembling, his eyes in pain,
he watched his soul wash down the drain.
He's left unsure, what now remains.
What is the cure? What's left to gain?

He lost sight of all that's right, holding on to all that's wrong.
He is blind to what's still here, and held back by all that's gone.
Still he must try to let go, and he must try to move on.
In life nothing is certain, its road: a tricky one.

I can't help but see some kind of resemblance.
He, much like me, has lost track of his balance.
He, just like me, is now single and free.
And as useless a comment as than one may be,
he was told, too, there's more fish in the sea.

But it's hard to stay on the path of your dreams,
once those are all shattered like glass on the floor.
And it's hard to swim with the current of progress,
when abruptly aborted, like waves on the shore.

When life passes by, there's not much you can do.
Just go with the flow, let it happen to you.
It will bring you back, to where you belong.
All you must do, is grab tight and hold on.

He finally sees that the time has come,
his future and happiness both he will find.
He now turns away from all that is gone,
his past and the mirror both left behind...