The Man In The Mirror

But why must love be the answer?
To a life
Where we chase dreams that we hold and touch
To a face
Which we see but not our own,

For in the mirror lies a lesser us
Cold and unconscious
But very much as alive
As our tendencies
A dark, burning fire
Dancing with the cold winter
But why must love be the answer?

And I dance along,
In silent solidarity with friends
Every move a mimicry
Every smile a glazed shine on a little mirror
In beady, friendly eyes
Squinting under lines of eyeliner and mascara
For in the mirror lies a lesser us

Breaking free only in dreams,
white on white
on silver and grey
Clean teeth, sharp and ready
To make a point
But why must Love, love us?

Someday we will learn to love
Out of the grainy soil
Of times past

For to love the mirror
And not the man in the mirror
Is but a pity.