Reflection
Not sure about who I see in front of me
Dreams and goals dissipate
Like warm breath against the icy morning air.
This is not who you used to be.
People change, I know this to be true.
But this settling mentality that has found its way to your heart
Well….its not you
“She doesn’t know me” is what you sometimes tell your friends
I know the reach of your dreams, the dept of your thoughts.
I know the compassion in your heart and the might of your pen.
I know the tears you cry
When the pain is hard to bare,
I’m familiar with the laughter that fills
Your hilariously dysfunctional family air.
I know the hustle in your heart
When it’s time to go to work.
I even understand your tones of silence
When you try to hide the hurt.
That love you seek
Is wreaking havoc on your heart
Flying around blindly
Not seeing the light because of the stars
I understand loneliness
And the clamant need to be fed
But be careful how you pick your thread count
Remember, you’ll have to lie in that bed
No, I’m not sure of the person
I see in front of me.
Dreams and goals disappear
Like warm breath against the icy morning air.
This is not who you used to be