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You could ask all you want But you know the answer You can tell me what you feel But you know I read you You can tell me how it is But I was there with you Don't argue with yourself It just makes you seem crazy Aren’t you what I stare at In the mirror, my friend? |
Of course, this could be someone who knows us all too well and cannot be lied to (unlike the mask many of us wear even as we seem to look inward at our true selves); close friends and loved ones who're willing to be honest are often the true measure of our integrity (they show us who we are). The lesson is obvious, don't lie to someone who knows you well, even the conscience tires of secrets. Take care of yourself. Bill.| Posted on 2006-02-27 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | We must live with that reflection, so it's best to make friends with it. We must love ourselves before we can love another. What's inside the mirror is controlled by what's inside of us. All these thoughts came rushing to mind as I read your poem. So, you must have written it well. It is a soul-searching narrative. It asks many questions and answers them. A short but intense write. I enjoyed it. | Phil | Posted on 2006-02-02 00:00:00 | by phil askew | [ Reply to This ] | |