Sometimes you wish people could see that part of you that you know you are.
You wish they could look deep into your eyes and just ‘understand’
You wish that what you saw in the mirror, reflected what you know of your soul
That your purity could be sought and touched with the hand of a real man
Sometimes when you’re tired, you don’t want to make an effort to shine
You know what’s inside of you always, and you wish it would come out
Instead of being kept locked away in involuntarily darkness, hidden under the surface
But your tiredness is the only thing which other people see, tired of you
Sometimes it shines out to you, when you’re all alone
That feeling of oneness, of omnipotence, radiating from your soul
You feel beauty in a moment of reflection, like someone is watching you think
And life makes sense in the core of your confusion, a light carries on glowing
Sometimes you can look into your own eyes, and just understand
And you wonder to yourself, does everybody have that inside themselves?
Do we all have those same thoughts, musings, connections to the whole?
Hidden under guises of different names, different appearances, and different lives?
And you carry on wondering, whether or not you can dive deep enough, ever
Into someone’s eyes so that you reach in and pull out the Godliness
So that the personality dissipates into nothing, and you become one another
The vision becomes the visualised, the looker the seen, the watcher the watched
And the person in the mirror who you wished you knew
Leaps out of the eye and smiles at you, unforced, unenforced
Rules do not exist and have no meaning, society is a word
And Love is large and blatant in the newly cleansed glass of your mirror