can't tell where it is i'm going
not really sure where it is i've been
backwards, forwards, it matters not
for the walls come crashing in
in the silence of the mirrors
quiet reflections of the past
the images i see are hollow
and the emptiness quite vast
can't tell where it is i'm going
not really sure where it is i've been
backwards, forwards, it matters not
for the walls come crashing in
in the silence of the mirrors
reflections gone and i am alone
the biting cold of winter's frost
simply cuts me to the bone
in the silence of the mirrors.......
Unpublished work Copyright 1997 Sherry A.M. Guzman aka simply sam .
