What are you looking at?
Pull out your pocket mirror and blow yourself a kiss,
The reflection won’t lie if you honestly mean it,
Take the time to give yourself a hug and take a deep breath,
Smile, look deep into your own eyes, what do you see?
What are you looking at? Can you hear that voice inside your mind?
Can you see the time, is it slipping by, do you know what you’re missing?
All of that time, once it’s gone you can never get it back, don’t look back, it’s already gone, it’s not behind you anyway, and what does it really mean now that it’s gone? The flood waters slowly drip over the dam ever after, the reservoir is the backwater, everything you were, everything you are, the trickle that is coming through is the personality that is held in your face, your speech, your you.
The laughter, it’s maddening, and you are the joke. Don’t look back, look forward, it’s everything that you have now, it’s the only thing left, so what are you going to do? What are you looking at? What is your name, first? Last? Middle? Who are you? What does your name mean to you? Are you awake or asleep? Is this a dream or a nightmare? Just relax, remember? Just open up your mind, we are all one in here; we are united, intertwined, inseparable, the unified being that stands alone in the darkness and light, timeless, in here. What are you looking at?
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