In the face of the commoner's stare
I am the mirror that judges them fair
Sometimes I shatter and leave them no luck
I can't say I always stick to my part
In the image on my pristine shell
You see the bottom of a sunlit well
You see the bottom of the well is dry
But it's just the mirror's image that caught your eye
I come and go
My mind turns slow
Cannot halt it's going-ons
On the surface I swirl with black mass or lack thereof
Behind a veil of curtains
Whose hand was it that drew them?
Or rather painted such dense night?
Or rather painted with such lack of light?
But this darkness is a blessing
It will be known
I've been the cold, the warm and the bold
Who can say which one is true
Maybe I was born into fog and cannot, see the lighted way
Yes, I think it's right to say that I was, will not see the way
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