Mirrors don't mention
So let's explore the mansion
Don't mind the desiccated closets.
But as we follow the pencil trail
Let's keep in mind that the dark lane
Is a creative way to stay active.
I'm passionate about the flow of life.
But the ink in my pen will not inscribe
The full discretion of my cavity triumphs.
Mirrors don't lie
So I'm relaxed gazing at the man I've become.
I used to be soo small and innocent
I used to be afraid of death
But now that I've faced the different spectrums of life I'm now afraid to live
My patience is running out
I'm cushioned in the cloud of ecstasy
I'm afraid to face reality
Will I stand if I lose grip? and this slithery on my neck, will it revitalize my dignity as I float still?
The reflective dimensions call for introspection
I lost my sense of humour when I got trapped in retrospect
I'm introverted but remember I was once a blessing to this age
Time flies, time will tell, time is the best healer
Time flies I guess I'm running out of time.
I almost lost my faith, but patience pays, I held still
Dead men tell no stories
only time will tell. I always endure I trust the process, destiny calls for my rejuvenation
I'm on top of the enumeration list, indeed time is the best healer.