*cracks in the mirror*

The cobweb strands that dangle from my fingers,
Brush gingerly against the troubled stone,
The masterpiece

Stare at a blank page before you
And see what you're really made of.
Dare to write your every thought
And see what you've been

Man In The Mirror:

The eyes seem bright and stern

Yet display a hint of grief

The smile seems one so peaceful

Yet inside

The daily occurance of a reflection

All too familiar to me,

Brings about a common sequence

Of events caused naturally.

I see

There he is again,
looking out at me.
He's always been there hiding
whenever I took time to see.
He always seemed to grow
at