THE IMAGE

 Each morning as I get up out of bed,
all kinds of thoughts goes through my head.
 In my heart I search for peace of mind,
Just one certain answer I hope to find!
 Another day with all things that are new, Just one certain answer in which is true.
 Before an answer can be given to me,
A question must first be asked you see.
 Who is that? will I find out today?
What is that? lest he should go astray.
 The mirror does not tell me in words to hear, But cast an image in which I fear.
 A man standing there just looking at me,
As if a closer look he would like to see.
 The look in his eyes at a steadfast glare,
As if with him I had something to share.
 I see him once a day yet we do not speak, Maybe today I will ask him for what I seek.
 As I make my way to the place I dread, trying to start the conversation in my head.
 As I step up to the mirror we stand face to face,
How he makes me feel so out of place.
 For He copies every little thing I do,
so today I blurted out-just who the hell are you?
 We spoke the same thing at the same time you see, once again he just copied me!
 The answer to this question I may never know,
yet my walk in life; to you; the answer He does show!