Mock views

Mock views - disgraceful clues

Just because I…yes I chose to stand to dream.

Here I am Mirror on the wall; here I am again done it all

Through my rise and fall

The mirror chuckled; collected my judgments
and saw me in my pain 

All the struggled; sorrow has come again

Fairytale story now reflecting the beauty that I’m
Recommended a glory in the trial

Here I am Mirror on the wall, here I am again

All hope and will has gone to drain
through my rise and fall

You’ve remained a friend,

You promise a life sweet to the end

Could this be a fairytale that is worn of hope?
Or such as like characteristics of my soul – how do I mirror cope?

Oh must I learn to seek – smile and to have hope to keep, or am I

To appreciate the meaning of the sorrow

To love knows a worm heart, to sleep knows a cold pillow,
and death comes to all, to some a thought to a hefty pill?

In the end finds no strength but a cheap thrill

No hope to match, no words of peace to touch

Here I am Mirror on the wall, here I am again

All hope and will has gone to drain
death has blurred my vision, howling in derision,
Smeared the passion on the glass, broken vision loss of class
the mirror chuckled; collected my judgments
and saw me in my pain 

All hope is gone in vain.