My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
