When you look at yourself through the mirror
When you stare at the goblet of wine
When you’re passin’ by the clear shop window
Tell me if you are really satisfied?
What do you see there in the sparkling surface?
How much you is there beyond the glass?
You might be thinkin’ you’re a king or queen, men
And I just see an ugly monochrome mass
Behind the tons of overlaid cosmetics
Behind the thousands of invented masks
So many souls disguised. Devoid of ethics
Devoid of morals. Lost without the course.
What is the sense in being just like others?
Why just to play your life and take the bloom of youth?
Why don’t you see? You’re giving up the real life
And move yourselves yet further from the truth
Further From The Truth
© Copyright: Никодим Святославов, 2009
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