When I look into the mirror Who do I see Is there even a face
Or is it a ghost of one who was once me I stop myself from mentally
going to far Because upon closer examination it is a bridge to far
I look into the mirror, who do I see ,a man that climb a mt.
but did he go to far A switch has gone off it triggered my
existence I only pray to find this image in the mirror
as a man who once was framed in life