Poetry

[Clif]

House of Mirrors

These thoughts, these dreams, these visions I see
Foretell that purpose that dawns within me
In the darkness I sit, but I stand and walk
Angry voices in my head finally cease to talk
From a world that was spinning out of control
I have freed no less than my very own soul
In a robe stands a wizard, he raises a wand
Between the earth and the sky he forges a bond
Between thought and form crackles an electric spark
Within my heart he merges the light and the dark
If within a house of mirriors you find yourself lost
There is a ticket to freedom, you know the cost
You must pay with all of your unused tears
You must relinquish forever all of your fears
Raise your head up now , you must stand tall
Seek what lies behind an illusionary wall
Look in those mirrors, whose face do you see?
Because if you can't see yourself, you can't see me.

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