Beyond the Glass

I step inside the mirror

chasing lost dreams

spinning on tiptoes

stuck in the past

staring back, staring far

lives unlived, choices made

denied and chances missed

the hope in the moment

when the moment stopped

beyond the glass

shows all that

i could have been

the good the bad

the in between

for things are never

what they seem

and all i’m left with

is how things once were

and will never be again

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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