Escapism

Who was the one that made you think and suppose you were dreadful, who was the one to neglect you, to tell you that you were forgetful? Who was the person to fairly regret all the mistakes you've made, the one that gave you love barely, and the one that forced you to fade? Don't look in the mirror. Don't look at yourself. You'll then see the person who was with you always there. You'll see someone exhausted and tired, your soul in a body and willing to escape. You'll see in your eyes something desired, and see yourself only longing to reshape. You'll see yourself. In another reality, the most hidden dreams of your heart. You'll take a glance at your real mortality, and the part of you that wants to restart. Don't look in the mirror. You'll be disheartened, You'll be actually saddened, will for once understand that you have to look around, at your simple own art and for once, see, feel the beauty of your own touch and hands. Learn to perceive your reflection the grace and allure of your voice, Learn how to finally see your perfection.. The power to love is your choice.